I imagine you some place, a garden;
where the sun kisses the green pillowed hills,
where the daffodils are swayed by the soft breeze,
where the trees can grow their leaves big and puffy,
where the white fluffy clouds hold hands and smile,
where the birds can fly mile upon mile.
At peace. Golf club in hand,
swinging hoping for that green land,
or perhaps it will fall on the ivory sand.
I just want. One more chance to hold you hand...
But I’m glad you\'re up there enjoying your homeland.