My Grandmother (Gram) died six weeks ago. She would have been 90 today. One of her favorite songs was Star Dust (words by Mitchell Parish- music by Hoagy Carmichael And now the purple dust of twilight time steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb, always reminding me that were apart. You wandered down the lane and far away, leaving me a song that will not die. Love is now the star dust of yesterday, the music of the years gone by. Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights dreaming of a song? The melody haunts my reverie, and I am once again with you, when our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration. But that was long ago: now my consolation is in the star dust of a song. Beside the garden wall when stars are bright, you are in my arms. The nightingale tells his fairy tale of paradise, where roses grow. Tho I dream in vain in my heart it will remain; my star dust melody, the memory of loves referring Love you, Gram
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 17:31:02 +0000
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