Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Happy birthday mom!?

This is a song Robbie Williams wrote for his Nan!? It's such a beautiful song!? Mom, this is for you!? You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way With the blink of an eye the Lord came and asked you to meet You went to a better place but He stole you away from me And now she lives in heaven But I know they let her out To take care of me There's a strange kind of light Caressing me tonight Pray silence my fear she is near Bringing heaven down here I miss your love I miss your touch But I'm feeling you every day And I can almost hear you say 'You've come a long way baby' And now you live in heaven But I know they let you out To take care of me There's a strange kind of light In my bedroom tonight Pray silence my fear she is near Bring your heaven down here You taught me kings and queens While stroking my hair In my darkest hour I know you are there Kneeling down beside me Whispering my prayer Yes there's a strange kind of light Caressing me tonight Pray silence my fear She is near Bringing heaven down here The next time that we meet I will bow at her feet And say wasn't life sweet Then we'll prepare To take heaven down there Robbie Williams - Better man & Nan's song Live This is the only video I could find of this song. It's mixed with another short one right before!? Mine starts at 3:00 Enjoy!? J

5 Comments:

Blogger Minge said...

I'm sorry. I hate it when people call their Grandmother Nan. Nan is short for Nanny, someone who is paid to look after someone else's child/ren. Not a Grandparent.

8/15/2006 07:54:00 p.m.  
Blogger DEREK said...

I had a Nana. I love that song!

8/15/2006 08:55:00 p.m.  
Blogger RIC said...

Thanks, Minge, again! Nan and Grandmother are two completely different words/persons.
I didn't know RW had that song about his granny. I don't like him that much, but the lyrics are great. Touching. :-)

8/15/2006 09:32:00 p.m.  
Blogger john said...

I've got one of Robbie Williams albums. It's alright, not really into it.

8/15/2006 10:46:00 p.m.  
Blogger Gray said...

You're sounding down again.

Happy birthday to your mom. I remember an old ritual that says: Her "...faults we write upon the sand." Her goodness "...we write upon the tablets of love and memory."

Nice post, Joel.

8/16/2006 05:14:00 a.m.  

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