A long, long time ago,
I can still remember,
How that music used to make me feel.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe, they'd be happy, for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.
And I can't remember if I cried,
When I read about his widowed bride.
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
And they were singing...
There. I've had it stuck in my head for days now. It's yours now. *smiles*