Written: North of Durango
CO, circa 1965
One day Bob Amerman,
Dwight Babcock and Knees went fishing up in Colorado. Knees had his guitar and
wanted to write a song at the camp while the other two fished, and when Bob said
he’d been wanting to write a love song for Sydney Little, his girlfriend, Knees
volunteered to write the song for him. Unfortunately, the chords were too hard
for Bob to play -- he was just beginning the guitar -- and he never sang it for
Sydney. Bob died of cancer a year later. A decade or so ago I found Sydney online and sent her the song.
Oh Sydney,
Our love has lasted,
So let’s both look past
it
And see what tomorrow
will bring.
And don’t you see that
Sydney,
Our love will grow
stronger
Each day will grow
longer
Than the day I gave you
my ring.
The dreams that we
shared will all come true
So never be scared long
as I’m here with you.
And don’t you see that,
Sydney,
The world is our
highway
And when things turn
out my way
You and I will have our
day.
Conchoid
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