There are dinners, there’s music
There is laughter there were tears
There are memories that go back
Over the years
There are the marks made in a life
Like only good friends do
Now I must choose to make a mark
For the things I loved in you

I’ll go down to a river
And plant a tree
Something strong, wild and living
Those are my memories
And I’ll go up to a mountain
And sing to the stars
Can you hear me
Where ever you are.

And there’s phone calls and there’s crying
And there’s clutching to the chest
And there’s singing songs and throwing dirt
And laying down to rest
And there’s carving words on stone
And making church bells ring
But the river when it freezes over
Still thaws and runs each spring

Chorus

Do you hear the ones who loved you
And who were glad they knew you well
Do the hearts you left that miss you
Ring like a bell

Chorus

Comments:
I wrote the Chorus for this song while driving back from the funeral of my good friend Alan Stein. He was a musician, filmmaker and for many years he had been my source for the best jokes, good music, fabulous dinners and the kind of comraderie that always left me feeling better. The last time I talked to him he said "Hey Connie write a song about me". Al, this one’s for you.

Copywrite Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada