christopher cross
poor shirley
Poor Shirley She must hide her tears For nobody wants to see them Surely it will break her heart Time passes as she waits for a friend  We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight And make them hold off 'til the spring Take hold of their hallowed souls And save them from pain All of the pain Save ourselves from all of the pain  Dearly held are the friends Left in the years and lost in the war Dearly held are the loves Save for the ones you lose on your own Stars will light up the lonely nights Harbor lights Making us believe in the love So struck by the hope of the harmony Leaving the sorrow Gently  Poor Shirley She must hide her tears For nobody wants to see them Surely she will win a heart Time passes as she waits for the wind