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Christopher
Christopher, I know you're
lonely
You're the only one
That I've found
I can talk to
When I'm down ...
Christopher, your mind
is opened
I've been hoping time
after time
You'd come around
Once again
Christopher, my friend
My friend
Christopher, my friend
You came into my life
In a time of need
You told me there was
no sense
In the thoughts that I
was thinking
You made me choose to live
To love life, and forgive
Those around me
Without just smoking and
drinking
Well, Christopher
What's goin' down today
...?
Christopher, whenever I'm
lonely
Well, I'm sure you'll
come to talk
Just to take a walk or
have a beer
Christopher, my time is
coming
And of all the friends
I've ever known
No other friend has ever
shown
True love like you
Christopher, that's clear
Christopher, that's clear
...
A very old
solo demo recording made during the writing of "Christopher"
recorded in the Autumn
of 1975
Lyrics and Music by Al Tavers
copyright 1975 Albert Tavers
All Rights Reserved
dedicated to my good friend, Chris, who taught me at age 17 how much more clearly one can see things at age 25 or so, who convinced me just how good of a girlfriend I had and how lucky I was to have her, and who convinced me never to give up
(incidentally, this ex-girlfriend is now dead - she was run over in front of her young son in a grocery store parking lot in New Hampshire by an elderly woman who apparently shouldn't be driving a car. This happened sometime last summer - 1999. Or so I heard ... )
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