A Song By Robin Giordano - Jan. 5, 2021

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