Friday, January 25, 2008
My Friend the North Star
Pole Star
Anchorage, Alaska is where I want to be. I stare into the night sky and find true north by Polaris, the wobbling North Star. Named after a Billy Goat and described as steadfast, this shinning, navigational tool will guide me too.
Friend, Friend, Friend
I wanna be your friend
If you won’t be my lover
I really need a friend
More than another lover
Can you be my friend
and never be my lover?
You really are my friend
Who’ll never be my lover
Friend, friend, friend
When will you be my lover?
Friend, friend, friend
I love you more than others
I see you in the sky
I see you in the moon
I see you in the stars
And the Northern Lights that bloom
I travel far and wide
To understand my feelings
Oh darling, me, oh, my
You really have me reeling
Friend, friend, friend
Who couldn’t be my lover
Friend, friend, friend
I love you more than others
I walk on down the line
I know not where it leads me
Devil, Angel, Child
When will this feeling leave me?
Five thousand miles from here
Or tomorrow morning early
I hold you in my heart
I’m not in any hurry
Friend, friend, friend
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