[Grem] *****SPAM(9.4)***** Re: A Szívhang rendelet ....

[Emoke Greschik]

*Vin Garbutt:  LYNDA     *

sung:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=87&v=
<https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=87&v=cXvCtJYSHu8&feature=emb_logo>

lyrics:
Lynda's doctor told her things bright right from the start

A baby due in January to warm her longing heart,

But no sooner had she chosen the name when she heard that

                her child couldn’t ever be the same

As the ones in the street with the nimble feet playing

out a ‘normal’ part.



Her doctor said that later tests had led him to believe

                that things were far more serious than first he had
perceived.

He said her child could be deaf or blind with at least a definite

                defect of the spine

And her friend said, ‘If the choice were mine, I’d say you were relieved.’



CHORUS:

Lynda, your kin can’t know the torture they put you through,

or else they’d go head in hand in shae.

Our hearts are true, but in the wrong place,

you know we’d never say to your face,

Anything we though would cause you pain.

Your life is one long giving, and we’ve the nerve to say

                it’s not worth living,

And you say you’d go through it all again.



To Lynda in the final days that advice sounded good,

She knew her friend meant well, but would take a life she never could.

So, her boy was born on a winter’s morn with a hole in his back and an
unholy crown of thorns.

Still Lynda smiled on her child new born as she had sworn she would.



Her doctor said, ‘There is no hope, but I’ll do what I can.’

Lynda said, ’As long as I’m not dead, he’ll grow to be a man.’

So, with optimism and operations, and to Lynda’s own great expectations

Science saved the situation to Mother Nature’s plan.



CHORUS



Now Kevin’s almost seventeen, his ‘O’ levels he’s passed,

His mother’s heart’s a storehouse for the price that she’s amassed,

She knew the going would be rough, but because she’s made of the stuff

that saints are made of,

She says she’s been paid back with enough love, her life to last.



That life is still a struggle and for all, it’s plain to see,

How she ever copes remains a mystery to me.

But I know if we could be born again in a kindlier world of supermen and
women,

Then like the person Lynda is, the rest of us could be.

But I know if we could be born again in a kindlier world of supermen and
women,

Then like the person Lynda is, the rest of us would be.



Still! At least young Kevin’s grown to be less handicapped … than me.
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