1. Sometimes when it's late at night,
I don't want to go to bed;
I like to spend the time with you instead. 'Cause when its curtains have been drawn, the city goes to sleep,
and midnight words are easier to speak.
You mean more to me than laughter, more than pleasure, more than wealth; you mean more to me than friendship, more than happiness and health. Though these things are dear to me, much more than I can tell,
you mean more to me than living itself.
2. I see you in the smiles we share
when friends come round for tea,
in birthday cards, in lovers on the street. I hear your voice when times are bad, and dreams have fallen through.
I need some help, and so I turn to you.
3. You could say I've had a lucky life, though I would call it blessed.
I often wonder why I've had the best.
I pray that if my day grows dark,
and sorrow comes my way,
I'll still have faith enough for me to say:
Your constant love is better than life itself and so I will praise you.
1976. Late nights have often seen the beginnings - and the finishings - of songs.
2021 - Where do we go from here?
Breezin' along in my Japanese coupe, breezin' along with the windows down. The dog keeps sniffing the air - he's got an empty head but he's alright. We've got time to spare, time to get where, we don't know, and who cares?
And the days go fast and the nights go faster
Lord, where do we go from here?
Lord, where do you want me to be? (© Robin Mann 1972)
Some questions keep on coming, and this is one of them.
The pandemic has put a hold on so much, and while Australia is in a better position than many, uncertainty remains.
Two weeks ago I finished a song 'In the year that's coming'. It ends with:
May your love shine through us,
every day renew us,
keep on coming to us,
stay with us
in the coming year.