Davy Arturo

A Mother's Son Has Died

        A mother sits at home, she's alone… For her son's gone away, this very day

To fight in a war, to live forevermore… But maybe he will die…

 And who knows why… Oh who knows why

So the war rages on, he is brave, he's her son… 

And his comrades they do fall, 'round his feet

Oh he fights in the night, though he knows it's not right… 

And maybe he will die in the morn… In the dawn's early morn

A mother sits and rocks and darns his old socks…

And waits for the day that he'll come home

She'll hold him to her breast and pray for all the rest… 

With her eyes closed she is dreaming…

And she dreams of a boy, playing 'neath the weeping trees… 

Oh she dreams of a boy, growing tall and strong and free

And she dreams 'bout a boy, it helps her mind to be at ease… 

Yes she dreams of her son, her lovin' son…

When a bullet finds its' mark so deep within a heart… 

The essence of time no longer lives 

And what price do we pay as his life force ebbs away… 

A mother's only son has died, and who knows why…

A mother's son has died and a million eyes have cried

And time goes swiftly by, but not for her

And the aeons that have passed…

 The countless stones that we've cast… 

Oh the bells are tolling one more time, for he has died

Oh the bells are tolling one more time, for he has died

Copyright 1980 by David Arthur Furry aka Davy Arturo

JUST LIKE BIG KIDS

Just like big kids we live our lives… We see the world through little children’s eyes

And we're tryin’ so hard… To find the dreams of our youth     

Just like big kids we work and play… And the road does wind as we make our way

And if we’ve lost that rosy blush of youth… Well, we’re still young at heart… Just like big kids

I see the children playing games out in the school yard… They’re face bright with joy and innocence

And I think of the trials that they must face… Oh, with every passing year

I see the people running ‘round and ‘round each day… The lines of life etched on every face

We step so lightly as we go… Then throw caution to the wind... Just like big kids

I remember years ago when I was young… A younger man and on the run

Chasing rainbows by day, moonbeams by night… And always willing to fight

I remember the smell of perfume in my momma’s hair… And daddy took us kids and momma to the fair

We laughed so hard our eyes were filled with tears… As we rode that Ferris wheel

Just like big kids we play life's games… And as we grow there's growing pains

And we're tryin’ so hard to find… Oh, the dreams of our youth

Just like big kids we live our lives… Our moods will change like clouds across the sky

And if we’ve lost that rosy blush of youth… Well, we’re still young at heart... Just like big kids

And I remember you standing by the sea… Your face a vision silhouetted ‘gainst the sea

And when you smiled that certain smile… Well, I knew you were the one

I remember holding hands as we talked… As we strolled along the old boardwalk

We talked of lasting love and life… Oh, and all those lovely things… Just like big kids

Copyright 1981 by David Arthur Furry  aka Davy Arturo