Mr.G's Round Hill Lodge 1973

It's a lesson too late for the learning, made of sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'. 'Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? For the weeds have been steadily growin'... Please don't go, please don't go. You know that was the last thing on my mind... G's Era Groups: #1971 https://www.minds.com/groups/profile/1063307065033965568/feed #1972 https://www.minds.com/groups/profile/1063283899451703296/feed #1973 https://www.minds.com/groups/profile/1063269571755192320/feed #1974 https://www.minds.com/groups/profile/1063255812170117120/feed