It was very cold and grey, that long ago day, it was the winter of 83.
December, so I've heard em say. It was cold and it was grey - and oh the
pain, I remember the pain.
My leg, I can't move it, it's broken I know.I'd close my eyes and the pain
was there.
And the cold, and the cold, and the pain.
How long, oh Lord, oh Lord, how long? How long did I lie there, oh Lord,
how long?
And my leg, and the pain, and the cold, the cold.
But God in Heaven - heard my sad whimper and an angel she was,
I know she was an angel. Her words were kind and her touch was loving.
And the cold was hurt and the leg was hurt.
But there she was and there she is and my angel was there and the cold
fled away I know not where.
And the pain and leg and the cold and the grey soon faded and faded and
faded away.
And when I awoke there was my angel and her words were kind and her touch
was gentle.
And she said to me she said to me; hello Bruno hello. Here's a friend,
friend Bruno.
And his name was Duke and he's all tan and I'm black and tan and his name
is Duke and me,
well bless me so - cause my name is Bruno - my angel said.
And the cold was gone! And the pain was-- well it's not so bad.
Not with a friend and not with my angel.
And time did pass by weeks and days and months and yes, even years.
What's time to me, cause I've my friend Duke and even more my angel was
there and her touch was gentle and her words were kind - this angel of
mine.
And time
did pass and pass did time and then one day my angel did say
- here
Bruno - here's another friend - friend - and this one was tall and sorta
different -
why he's older I thought and bald and gentle.
Gentle is he and bald is he and my angel did say - here Bruno - here's
a friend.
And time
did pass and pass did time and the bald one and I - well we had fun.
We would
drive and ride and now I'm older - but what the heck - I like his shoulder.
And drive and ride and romp and play - mid fields with cactus and
mesquite we go.
Baldy and I - both getting older - but what the heck - I like his shoulder.
And time did pass and pass did time and I'd see that angel of mine.
And then
one day - she's sad said I - and then she told me - your friend
dear Bruno -
he's gone
away to run and play in another time and another place.
And old Duke was gone. Nother place, place.
And the wind
is gentle and the grass is green and there is no pain and no cold there.
For she said
to me he's awaiting there cause by and by as time does pass and pass does
time we all
must make that
trip you know.
And her words were
kind and her hands were gentle and time did pass by months by years
and grave yards I'd roam
no more.
Oh that was fun -
for me - not for them - the cats - the hare - and my oh yes -
a skunk every now
and then - for me to catch - oh how I shudder - the smell the taste
-
twas ever so awful - but
still twas fun for me - not them.
Grave yards - fun
- for me - not them. Both getting older - old baldy and me -
but what the heck - I like
his shoulder.
There's something wrong
- what has happened - my eyes are dim - my steps are slow -
my joints, they creak -
my ears, they droop - why don't they shout instead they whisper -
I cannot hear - my eyes
are dim and nightmares return oh no, oh no, not the cold again -
not the hurt again - get
away from me you demons you.
And time does pass by months by
years and grave yards I'd roam no more.
And baldy seems sad - I wonder why -
my angel, why she and he, did cry.
I feel his touch, it's on my head
- and this is what I heard was said - good bye my Bruno -
my Brunie - good bye - we've traveled
far - old baldy and me - traveled far old baldy and me.
But now - it seems - better for you
and better for me - if for awhile to travel - just me -
and then as time does pass by months
by years I'll wait for you across the bridge - see up there -
up there - over the ridge. I'll wait
for you old baldy and by and by we'll travel some more.
Not older - not older - but then again
- I'll have your shoulder.
Your shoulder. No pain - no pain - no pain - no
more.
Oh Bruno, Oh Bruno - I love you so - I heard
him say - again - once more.
(The angel is my daughter, Ann. I am the bald one, Radford B.
Allen)