As my old Mum is heading towards her 91st birthday - I thought I'd repost this oldie I wrote for her back when she was a frisky 87.
I know it was hard to explain - why all that goes up has to come back down again.
And the promises that better days make are just as easy to break...
At the first sign of rain.
And I saw the look in your eyes - when overwhelming odds bled your fantasies dry
I could hear the worlds come tumbling down - that familiar sound
Of an unwelcome surprise.
And when my heart borke - when misfortune played the joker
And the game's mystic flames could not breathe
When my preposterous plans turned to dust in my hands
You were right behind me.
And you said: Hold on tight - you gotta hold on tight.
Hold on tight - hold on tight.
And I know we will not be the first to square the circle as our roles are reversed.
As the springs run down it's hard to define why this vandalised time
Is for better or for worse.
And God knows this world it cannot end - nor cease revolving with the loss of a friend
As the light shines form a flickering fire - as the daylight expires
Continues on 'til the end.
And when I survive what will one day deprive me of the light that gave sight in the dark
And your fading star will be brighter by far in this unexpired heart.
And I'll just Hold on tight - hold on tight
Hold on tight - hold on tight.
And when the day comes when I run out of reasons to remember that mender of smiles
And I will not learn when my fingers get burned
Though one way might be - to hold on tightly.
You gotta hold on tight - hold on tight.
Hold on tight - hold on tight.