Richard G. Martin

I'll Always Remember   by Richard Martin         401


I'll always remember, the day that I met you
The way you used to hold me, the day we said I do

We were always together, at work or at play
The love we had for each other, I remember to this today

I'll always remember, the days of me and you
The way you used to laugh dear, the things we used to do

The way you used to kiss me and hold me late at night
I'll always remember, how things just seem so right

I'll always remember, the good times that we had
I don't seem to remember, any times that were bad

When I was feeling sad and lonely, you kissed my tears away
And told me that you loved me, and you'd never go away

But when you left this world darling, my world fell apart
But you'll always be remembered, remembered in my heart

Yes you'll always be remembered; in my heart

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No More Whippoorwill    by Richard Martin   429

I was born in the country 80 years ago,
Many days I spent behind a mule, making the garden grow.
It didn't seem like work back then,
I'd work all day until my chores were at an end.

In the late afternoon, I'd sit on my porch swing,
watching and listening to the birds sing.
I'd watch until the sun brought long shows close,
to me a pleasure that only the country knows

I'd sit and take in nature, which was all around me,
and wonder at the beauty that others couldn't see.
I'd hear a Bobwhite quail and in the distance a Whippoorwill,
I'd sit for hours, for all was quiet and all was still.

I Never dreamed that things could change so fast,
I thought my way of life would always last,
Now when I sit on the swing in the late afternoon all is not still,
there's no more Bobwhite quail and no more Whippoorwill.

Cars and trucks up and down the new highway,
have an unforgiving noise that never goes away.
I guess for me like the Bobwhite quail and Whippoorwill,
I to will soon be no more, and my voice also still.

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You say I never whisper, sweet things in your ear,
darling if you'd let me, that's all you'd ever hear.
I'd whisper that I love you, and how beautiful you are,
and that your beauty's not matched, by those near or far.

I'd whisper that no one could match, your sweet charm,
and you make a dream come true when you hold me in your arms.
I'd tell you night and day, how much you mean to me,
I'd whisper that my love for you is deep as the sea.

I'd whisper that the touch of you makes my life worthwhile,
and you brighten up my day, with just a smile.
And darling if you're counting, the sweet things I say to you,
I'm sure you'll agree, that by now it's more than two.
       
No words can describe, what you mean to me,
no one can take the angel wings, that through my eyes I see.
And darling if you'd let me, through the coming years,
I'd devote my life to whispering, sweet things in your ear.

Wish You Were Here  by Richard Martin

I should be happy here in the land of the sun
But all I can think of is things we have done.

Everything here in the Bahamas reminds me of you.
It's just not the same no matter what I do.

Perhaps I'll find another and another place to go
And maybe I'll be happy I really don't know.

As the postcards say I do with a tear
Sweetheart I really do wish you were here.

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I had a dream the other night, as I lay asleep in my bed,
the spirit of an Indian chief came to me, and this is what he said.

The words of this world have made me bitter, I've lost faith in mankind,
the words they speak are hollow, and the truth is hard to find.

The words they speak are many; they shift like grains of sand,
like the salt from the ocean, these words poison the land.

I watch my people starve, while the white man's foods are plenty,
he takes our game and burns the land, and his hollow words are many.

He tells me it would be much better, to move to another land,
he speaks these hollow words to me, while he's holding my hand.

He marched us on the trail of many tears to this other land,
many of my people died along the way to serve the white man's plan.

This land that I held sacred, is now a prison for all my kind,
I was the chief of all my people, now I'm forbidden to speak my mind,

We only wanted to live on the land, where my people lived and died,
but then the white man came and pushed us all aside.

My heart is saddened, to see the white man's plan,
they took our guns and arrows, they even took our land.

Someday when the spirits come and take me away,
I hope there'd be no hollow words, in that land far away.