Introduction

This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Thursday, 16 February 2017

Littleton


There's a time, there's a time,
Time for summer and for snow,
Time for love to grow,
And to end in lonely tears

There's a place I adore
That I fear I'll see no more
I will see no more
Though I live for a hundred years

There's a time for losing all you won
And a time for traveling on
But the hurt in my heart,
It goes on from day to day,
Will not go away,
Keeps on longing for what's gone

There's a time, there's a time
When a love is young and new
Heaven's painted blue
When we lay in the summer grass

For a time, for a time,
You were so in love with me
So, how was I to see
That the summer would pass?

Now, you ride the ocean, chase the stars
Underneath some far-away sky
And the hurt in my heart
Knows you're never coming home,
Never coming home
Till the day the sea runs dry

In my dreams, in my dreams,
You have left yourself behind
You caress my mind
When the nights grow dark and chill

Vagabond, vagabond
Always traveling beyond,
Where's the magic wand
That will bring you nearer still?

There's a time for holding to your dreams
And a time for starting anew
But the hurt in my heart,
It goes on from day to day,
Never goes away
For it's all I have left of you

Copyright Nana Mouskouri  - There's a Time

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