Dear friend,
when you feel a bit low and blue…
when the tides seem high…
just come to me… I will stand by you.
When you think the world has come to an end
and you are nowhere.
just think of me…
I am still there for you.
When you have no place to lie down…
only the cold snow…
come to me… till the snow melts…
I will lend you my lap.
When you see tears streaming down…
cutting down your heart.
Give me an ounce of your pain…
I promise to carry on.
Whenever you feel lonely and cold,
and feel none to turn to…
Just sit by me… I will sing songs of faith and togetherness.
Till the tide comes low and the sky turns blue.
You are the tiller, not a Miller,
You shall always be my John killer
when you feel a bit low and blue…
when the tides seem high…
just come to me… I will stand by you.
When you think the world has come to an end
and you are nowhere.
just think of me…
I am still there for you.
When you have no place to lie down…
only the cold snow…
come to me… till the snow melts…
I will lend you my lap.
When you see tears streaming down…
cutting down your heart.
Give me an ounce of your pain…
I promise to carry on.
Whenever you feel lonely and cold,
and feel none to turn to…
Just sit by me… I will sing songs of faith and togetherness.
Till the tide comes low and the sky turns blue.
You are the tiller, not a Miller,
You shall always be my John killer
