My Sweet Linda
One Day when I was walking
Feeling quite alone
I saw this old man smiling
On a park bench made of stone
I couldnt help but ask him
Why he loved this place so much
He took out a photograph
And told me about his true love.
He said Thats my sweet Linda
Just look at her face
Thats my sweet Linda
God she loved this place
For years I held her in my warm embrace
I never knew how pretty this park really was
until today .....when my sweet linda went away
Patrick Register
Feeling quite alone
I saw this old man smiling
On a park bench made of stone
I couldnt help but ask him
Why he loved this place so much
He took out a photograph
And told me about his true love.
He said Thats my sweet Linda
Just look at her face
Thats my sweet Linda
God she loved this place
For years I held her in my warm embrace
I never knew how pretty this park really was
until today .....when my sweet linda went away
Patrick Register
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