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Words and Music by Alan Williams |
| Click here to download a live MP3 of this song as performed by Alan during the Wednesday evening concert at the 2005 Puget Sound Guitar Workshop. |
| (Mixed & Recorded by Chip Hayward) |
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- Chorus - |
I close my eyes tight now and I try to remember |
The faces of those in my family of friends. |
But my eyes always turn and look down in my heart, |
And the circle grows stronger, 'til we meet here again. |
- Verse One - |
I often times think how my life would be empty |
A shell that is hollow with nothing inside. |
At times I believed that I could be a loner, |
But I failed in the test every time that I tried. |
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- Chorus - |
I close my eyes tight now and I try to remember |
The faces of those in my family of friends. |
But my eyes always turn and look down in my heart, |
And the circle grows stronger, 'til we meet here again. |
- Verse Two - |
Some people think that their friends are a burden. |
They're stronger than everyone else that they know. |
A rock in the sands of emotional desert, |
And as they go through their lives, wonder why they're alone. |
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- Chorus - |
I close my eyes tight now and I try to remember |
The faces of those in my family of friends. |
But my eyes always turn and look down in my heart, |
And the circle grows stronger, 'til we meet here again. |
- Verse Three - |
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They say that you can never out live your childhood, |
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Reaching and growing overcoming your fears. |
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You keep deep inside you the friends from your childhood, |
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The ones who have shared your discovery years. |
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- Chorus - |
I close my eyes tight now and I try to remember |
The faces of those in my family of friends. |
But my eyes always turn and look down in my heart, |
And the circle grows stronger, 'til we meet here again. |
- Verse Four - |
I thank the Lord for the friends in my circle. |
The space that they fill is no mystery to me. |
And when I'm alone I remember their faces. |
And I pray for each one individually. |
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- Chorus - |
I close my eyes tight now and I try to remember |
The faces of those in my family of friends. |
But my eyes always turn and look down in my heart, |
And the circle grows stronger, 'til we meet here again. |
© Copyright 2005 A Williams (written 1987) |
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