Love Never Dies

Rick Price


There is a little town way over yonder
By the creek there's a church yard and a tree so tall
She was only forty-seven when she passed away
And though the years go by, still it feels like yesterday
Sitting there by the wood stove
On a cold winter morning
I can see her in her dressing gown
Saying


Writer/s: PRICE, RICK / FIELD, HEATHER