Fifty's Just A Number
© 2003
Author: Mike Puhallo/B. Dominguez
Riding along the river trail
A soft April rain is falling
Above it's suttle whisper
I hear weiry wild geese calling

I close my eyes and drift a while
To hoof beats on the soft groung
The damp earth smell the sounds of spring
Envelope and surround me

Chorus:
Fidty's just a number
My life has been a dream
Good friends a loving family
Like flowers in the spring

Time really has no meaning
It hasn't changed the things that count
The sights and smells of April
A gentle rain and a willing mount

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