There will be other songs to sing,
another Fall, another Spring,
But there will never be another you."
This first post is dedicated to the great Max Roach, who was a neighbor in our building and a friend. Attending his memorial service at the Riverside Church, the magnitude of the crowd in and waiting outside the church underlined again how significant Max was to the world, both as musician and human rights activist. Jimmy Heath played an saxophone solo of this song at the service. How true.
LYRICS
There will be many other nights like this
And I'll be standing here with someone new
There will be other songs to sing,
another Fall, another Spring
But there will never be another you
There will be other lips that I may kiss
But they won't thrill me like yours used to do
I may dream a million dreams but
how can they come true
If there will never ever be another you
