Joe

There was a time I was so lonely. Remember the time, it was a Friday. You made me feel fine, we did it my way. I sat on your knees every Friday. We walked in fields of golden hay, I still recall you. We walked in fields of golden hay, I see you in the summer. Joe... Joe... You sat on your chair by the fire. Transfixed in a stare, taking me higher. Precious years to remember. Childhood fears I surrender. We walked in fields of golden hay. I still recall you. We walked in fields of golden hay. I see you in the summer. Joe... Joe