by Terry Crossie
(Lake Country Canada)
What am I to do? I ask you
what am I going to do? and who do I get to do I with?
My world has left me, it seems that I am doomed
My world is lonely with many dark rooms.
What am I going to do and who do I get to do it with?
I look to the east and the west disappears,
what's left is a handful of dried up dead tears
What am I going to do, and who do I get to do it with?.
Each morning I see you resting with your peace
I long to be with you, to find my release
What am I going to do and who do I get to do it with?
We wandered, laughed and held our hands tight
come back to me darling make every thing right
What am I going to do, and who do I get to do it with?
I want to do it with you, that's what I want to do.
What am I to do? I ask you
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