More Info I couldn’t wait to see your face again, to see the joy come back into a mother’s eyes,
And here you are; you’re in my arms like I said that you would be,
And when the stone had finally rolled away, I knew the time come when death would rule no more and you and I would meet again,
But the only thing that troubled me was…
Somebody told me you were crying,
Somebody told me there were teardrops in your eyes,
Somebody told me you were crying…crying over me.
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
