Joe

There was a time I was so lonely. Remember the time, it was a Friday.

You made me feel fine, we did it my way.

I sat on your knees every Friday.

We walked in fields of golden hay, I still recall you.

We walked in fields of golden hay,

I see you in the summer. Joe... Joe...

You sat on your chair by the fire.

Transfixed in a stare, taking me higher.

Precious years to remember. Childhood fears I surrender.

We walked in fields of golden hay. I still recall you.

We walked in fields of golden hay.

I see you in the summer. Joe... Joe...