Mr Adamson

If you give someone a dream and they capture it, the results are beautiful. R.I.P. Stuart

The Universe was born, it's a birth we'll not understand
We're not here forever and we write our names in sand

We're somewhere in this Universe standing all alone
I have loved all heart beats yet watched them turn to stone

I have saved and I have loved people I never knew
Paid the planet in gold and silver now I must pay you too

There are dreamers, there are seers and normal people too
I have counted all of them but some can't make it through

I knew a singer who wrote special songs, his name was Mr Adamson
The music he wrote answered all my thoughts, spirituality, number one

He is now gone but not forgotten as I sing his songs each day
His place in the Universe was cursed by demons who play

So if you lose your footing and fail to see things through
Remember Mr Adamson who wrote a song for you

The Universe was born, it's a birth we'll not understand
We're not here forever and we write our names in sand.