Andrew Hill


I am not a number . . .

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Such A Cost


When I was young I loved you
Your weakness gave me strength
Your beauty made me feel quite proud
Your bright eyes made me cry
You were poor and I was poorer
All we could spend was time
That was all we needed then
As days passed slowly by
We dreamt of all that we would do -
A family, money, home,
New car for me and country cottage
With a horse and a buggy for you
Wouldn't it be nice we thought
When we can have those things
I'll be rich and famous me
And you'll be little you
Now we've made it - dreams came true
But oh at such a cost
We're older now and sad at heart
The love we had is lost