Gone Like the Wind ... Connie Francis

 

 

 

 

 

Gone Like the Wind

 

 

Gone are the days when daddy and momma took me walking
Gone are the times, (when) people spent the day together talking
These are the days of speedy jets and systematic ways of pickin' friends
No time for helpin' hands- that's gone like the wind

 

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Centuries ago the same little flowers were a-growin'
And every little seed went to the same beautiful blossom
But in the hearts of the people today, no flowers grow within
That silly seed of care- they say- is gone like the wind

 

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And whenever I can bid, I'm not proud of where I came from
I wanted to show in me that I care about someone
If I become ashamed of the tree of life and love from which I came
May I feel so ashamed when I remember how the flower grows unchanged

And in these days of speedy jets and systematic ways of pickin' friends
May I be that helpin' hand... that's been gone like the wind.

 

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