Abbey Sings Abbey

Going' alone, life is your own, but the cost sometimes is dear. being complete, knowing defaet, keeping on from year to year. it takes some doing, monkery's the blues you hear, keeping on from year to year. Life is a school, less' your a fool, but th

Bird alone, flying high Flying through a clouded sky Sending mournful soulful sounds Soaring over troubled grounds Bird alone with no mate Turning corners tempting fate Flying circles in the air Are you on your way somewhere? Gliding, soaring on the

All along the way there were things to do Always some other someone I could be Other things to know, other ways to go To fly a spirit for the play to show It wasn't always easy learning to be me Sometimes my hitting hard would disagree Times I walked

There's a sound comes from livin' Somewhere in the past When the grass was greener And we found true love at last It's the sound of sorry Lookin' yonder with regret Sorry 'cause of what you got And what you didn't get Could've been another song Would