Wondr'ing Aloud - Ian Anderson

    Wond'ring aloud
    how we feel today.
    Last night sipped the sunset
    my hands in her hair.
    We are our own saviours
    as we start both our hearts beating life
    into each other.

    Wond'ring aloud
    will the years treat us well.
    As she floats in the kitchen,
    I'm tasting the smell
    of toast as the butter runs.
    Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
    and I shake my head.

    And it's only the giving
    that makes you what you are.

    Marco Giunco
    Work Basket Music Words