JUST FOR A WHILE

We are all children
Of circumstance
We sing our songs
We dance our dance,

And I am cruel
It seems to you
To love you now
Before summer's through,

To be held
In your arms 'awhile'
To rest content within
...your smile,

I see the sun
Beyond the day
I feel the wind
Of autumn play,

A wistful whisper
Through my hair
It seems so right
...to want to care... for you.

Copyright 1979 B. ROGERS

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