Living Life Over

铁鸟

        If I had my life to live over...I would have talked less and listened more.
        I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was strained and the sofa faded.
        I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
        I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
        I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
        I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
        I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.
        I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding patter if I were not there for the day.
        I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, would not show soil or was guaranteed to last a life time.
        There would have been more “I love yous” ... more “I'm sorrys”... but mostly, given another shots at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it...live it...and never give it back.

You'll walk unscathed through musket fire
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down
No cutler's horn will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
And as you walk through death's dark veil
The cannon's thunder can't prevail
And those who hunt thee down will fail
And you will be my ain true love
And you will be my ain true love
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth
The captain cries, “Here comes the rout”
They'll seek to find me north and south
I've gone to find my ain true love
The field is cut and bleeds to red
The cannon balls fly round my head
The infirmary man may count me dead
When I've gone to find my ain true love
I've gone to find my ain true love