Waiting On A Friend Lyrics
Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls go passing by
The tales they tell of men
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
Don't need a whore
I don't need no booze
Don't need a virgin priest
But I need someone I can cry to
I need someone to protect
Making love and breaking hearts
It is a game for youth
But I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I Need a Friend
by snowbird 101 Replies latest jw friends
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JRK
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snowbird
Now, y'all have got me really bawling.
If anyone could find a video of the young woman singing What A Friend We Have In Jesus from the movie, Driving Miss Daisy, I would so appreciate it.
Syl
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carla
Sorry Little Imp for your loss.
must be something in the air about being blue. Spring has not sprung here maybe that's why? I wonder what the vodka fairy looks like?
Snowbird, you are never alone, tons answering your posts and someone is always on here!
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compound complex
Dear Syl:
For you. One of my first stories online.
THE GARDEN BENCH
Despite the dreariness of yet another so commonplace a day, the old man's spirit soared above and beyond the cruel confines that his frail body imposed upon him. Sheer willpower and the delicate skeletal tracery of his once sturdy frame kept him as vertical as any old man should hope to remain. He ambled into his little garden daily and sat upon the bench he had inherited from his grandfather over a half-century earlier.
At such an advanced age, one expects - if even one thinks upon such a disheartening prospect at all - that many a fond memory will have faded into a sweet yet, nevertheless, certain forgetfulness. For Albert LeBeau, however, such a memory as helping Grand-pere build a bench for his grandmother was definitely a memory to remain in sharp focus, not a silly bagatelle consigned to oblivion.
Joseph LeBeau, Albert's grandfather, was a consummate worker in wood. While construction may seem rather too large and imposing a term to describe the putting-together of a little seat upon which one or two folks place their derrieres, what grandfather and grandson collaborated upon was a minor masterpiece. Albert mustered a helpful and joyous enthusiasm that certainly outstripped his actual level of skill. That, of course, was no true skill whatsoever. Joseph knew better. Many years ago he had been an unskilled laborer. Together the two workmen constructed a beautifully wrought bench that declared superb craftsmanship and, more importantly, love.
The odd couple worked long and hard in the little workshop adjacent the barn. Albert's grandmother, Marie, was ever so occupied with chores about the house, garden and chickens, laundry - and so forth - that she never had thought nor occasion to visit the pair at work on her bench. Yes, you see, the garden bench was to be a surprise for Grand-mere. And a surprise it surely would be. Though Mme. LeBeau had hinted widely at her desire for a little bench to place under the giant cottonwood, she was not actually of a mind to expect it anytime soon, or at all. It would simply become a very nice replacement for the old kitchen chair she was now using to shell peas of a morn. Or perhaps to knit some socks of an evening for poor old Mlle. Etienne down the lane a piece. Though she had learned in life not to place her hopes too high, Marie was not a complainer.
Joseph and little Albert knew this about Marie, which made the prospect of leading her blindfolded into the garden that evening all the sweeter.
This old man still has the bench in his own garden ...
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FlyingHighNow
Sylvia, my Alabama sis, I will walk with you. Send me your phone number in my PM and I will call you if want to lament. I'll listen and try to be encouraging.
"When you walk down the road, heavy burden, heavy load. I will rise and I will walk with you. When you walk through the night and you feel like you want to just give up on the fight. I will come and I will walk with you." (Gotta love Della Reese as an angel.)
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snowbird
Thanks, y'all.
Coco, you have a pm.
FHN, you also have a pm.
GL, you are such a wonderful person.
JRK, it will get better!
Now, lookee what I have for y'all:
Turn On Your Heartlight Now by Neil Diamond
Come back again
I want you to stay next time
Cause sometimes the world ain't kind
When people get lost like you and me
I just made a friend
A friend is someone you need
But now that he has to go away
I still feel the words that he might say
Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see
Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me
He's lookin' for a home
Cause everyone needs a place
A home's the most excellent place of all
And I'll be right here if you should call me
Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow
For all the world to see
Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy's dream
Don't wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon
You and me
Turn on your heartlight now
Turn on your heartlight nowWith lots of love and appreciation.
Syl