My Days had meanings,
they seemed Endless in feelings,
I was happy and Smiling,
Who could Imagine?

With You gone!
I'm counting the days of the years,
And the tears are flowing
from My broken Heart,
I find it hard to make it,
sometimes I try and fake it,
but I miss you always,
Now I'm counting the Days that Your Gone !

I climb the Top of the Mountain,
took a look at the Sun,
it was ever blinding...But I carried On !

With You gone!
I'm counting the days of the years,
And the tears are flowing
from My broken Heart,
I find it hard to make it,
sometimes I try and fake it,
but I miss you always,
Now I'm counting the Days that Your Gone !
I'm counting the days....the days that Your gone !

All..My Days had meanings,
they seemed Endless in feelings,
I was happy and Smiling,
Who could Imagine? Who could Imagine?

With You gone!
I'm counting the days of the years,
And the tears are flowing
from My broken Heart,
I find it hard to make it,
sometimes I try and fake it,
but I miss you always,
Now I'm counting the Days that Your Gone !
I'm counting the days....the days that Your gone !

With You gone!
I'm counting the days of the years,
And the tears are flowing
from My broken Heart.

By Paul and Stephen Hone

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