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Searching For A Heart of Gold Heart Of Gold" I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold. It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old. Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old. I've been to Hollywood I've been to Redwood I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old. Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old. Keep me searching for a heart of gold You keep me searching for a heart of gold And I'm growing old. I've been a miner for a heart of gold. I heard this old Neil Diamond song today. Took me back to when I was about 25 and felt like I was really “getting old”. I kept searching – no heart of gold until I was around 40. Then I found one and was with the "heart of gold" until death literally did us part. Looking back at it all from my current vantage point I see it all quite differently. There were and are many, many "hearts of gold" but most of them got overlooked for human frailties. Having a “heart of gold” does not equate to compatibility or even attraction. Nonetheless I am extremely fortunate to now be surrounded by "hearts of gold" These days I am much more concerned about doing my best to be a "heart of gold" than finding one. I'd like to think that this is part of the wisdom of being old rather than getting old. Spiritwoman ^i^ |
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In the old days, my first album was by Neil Diamond. Solitary Man "Melinda was mine til the time that I saw her, hold'n Jim, love'n him.." and "Girl You'll Be A Woman Soon" were my favorites. one of his little known written songs is below and was also on that album. Since that time it has been done over and over by different artists. Which is the true award for great writing. Now, it keeps playing in my head. Written by: Neil Diamond Red, red wine Go to my head Make me forget that I Still need her so Red, red wine It's up to you All I can do, I've done But memories won't go No, memories won't go I'd have sworn That with time Thoughts of you Would leave my head I was wrong And I find Just one thing Makes me forget Red, red wine Stay close to me Don't let me be alone It's tearing apart My blue, blue heart
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6/20/2011 7:25 am |
Sorry, guys - wrong Neil. It was Neil Young.
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