My Christina Rose
Before another sunrise
Lord let me see her eyes
Before another sunset
Let me kiss those lips I can’t forget
I lived for more than six decades
Been through fantasies and charades
Lead down the aisle with a hook in my nose
None of it means a thing since my Christina Rose
Before another sunrise
Lord let me see her eyes
Before another sunset
Let me kiss those lips I can’t forget
Shorter days, lower temps, sad sights
Babe let’s snuggle through the nights
Warm my heart as the cold wind blows
Share my life my love my Christina Rose
Tim Windisch
10/27/2023
