my memory of rico yan
IF EVER YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME
If you're ever going to love me now while I can know
All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow
Love me now while I am living, do not wait till I am gone
And then chisel it in marble- warm love words on ice-cold stone
If you're dear, sweet thoughts about me, why not whisper them to me?
Don't you know't would make me happy and as glad could be.
If you wait till I am sleeping ne'er to waken here again
There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.
If you know someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?
There are tender hearts all'round us who are thirsting for our love
Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?
I won't need your warm caresses when the grass grows over my face
I won't crave for your love and kisses in my last low, resting place.
So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit
Let me know while I am living; I can own and treasure it...
If you're ever going to love me now while I can know
All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow
Love me now while I am living, do not wait till I am gone
And then chisel it in marble- warm love words on ice-cold stone
If you're dear, sweet thoughts about me, why not whisper them to me?
Don't you know't would make me happy and as glad could be.
If you wait till I am sleeping ne'er to waken here again
There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.
If you know someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?
There are tender hearts all'round us who are thirsting for our love
Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?
I won't need your warm caresses when the grass grows over my face
I won't crave for your love and kisses in my last low, resting place.
So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit
Let me know while I am living; I can own and treasure it...
this is an old file I got from a newspaper shared by Pops Fernandez herself.
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