Inspired by a dream from a grade school friend of Jimmy. Thank you Robin, don't stop dreaming.
I’ve never written a song in my life, but I wrote this one for Jimmy ... please share it with him.
I dreamt I was talking to my old friend The boy who lived next door Jimmy Wilgus was his name And he was back from a Russian prison camp.
In my dream he was his younger former self A good looking boy with a round youthful face.
He had a full head of dark wavy hair. Will my friend recognize me when he gets home? My hair has gone grey waiting for him.
In my dream I told my friend Get into the green plastic wheel barrow that my Mom gave me from my childhood home.
Get in my friend And I’ll spin you around and round and round To celebrate you coming home again.
I wheeled my friend in circles till both of us were laughing like kids. My blond hair now grey and thin His dark and full of younger days.
I pray he still knows who I am. When my friend comes rushing home
Get in my friend And I’ll spin you around To celebrate you coming home.
We laughed and hugged My long lost friend I cry for you Till we meet again.
Ill wait for you No matter how long it takes And I’ll spin you round and round In the green plastic wheel barrow To celebrate you coming home again.
"I’m gonna wait till Jimmy comes home to make the melody with him" - Robin
