BILL BACHMANN Lyrics

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SAVIN’ THE THINGS I LOVE


Savin’ this silver coin,

Can't forget the year we met

On that avenue's - intersection,

Savin’ this tiny stamp,

Letters wane but words remain

So true, like your perfection,

And I'm savin’ these photographs,

Memories of happy days when all

The world was new,

But savin’ the things I love won't

Save me from lovin’ you.


Savin’ these pens and poems,

As pages turned, our senses learned

The tales of life’s and love’s – interaction,

Savin’ this sweet perfume,

Breezes blew a rainbow hue

In waves – of satisfaction,

And I’m savin’ this chain of gold,

Two lives linked in perfect sync

At every rendezvous,

But savin’ the things I love won’t

Save me from lovin’ you.


Break


Savin’ this yellow rose,

Winter bouquets of sunny days

And flowers that bloomed - in our direction,

Savin’ this old guitar,

The strings are gone but songs live on;

We'd sing, of our affection,

But I'm throwin’ away these cards,

You kept the spade the night I played

My hearts, a bit too soon,

And savin’ the things I love won't

Save me from lovin’ you.