Lex Zaleta

Lyrics

THE PLEASURES THAT LAST

A cold winter’s night,
Flurries in the air.
Under her porch light,
You play with her hair.
You look at those lips
You’re longing to kiss;
A childhood friendship’s
Coming down to this.
Budding love – two lips
Meet the same – first kiss.

You can measure your past
By the pleasures that last –
Those feelings that don’t fade.
You must treasure your past
And those pleasures that last –
Those memories you’ve made.

The years seem to race;
You find your soul mate.
In spring’s warm embrace
By that old fireplace.
You’ve found the woman
You want for your wife;
You’re sure she’s the one
Who should share your life.
Though the last log’s done,
There’s still fire in your eyes.

You can measure your past
By the pleasures that last –
Those feelings that don’t fade.
You must treasure your past
And those pleasures that last –
Those memories you’ve made.

A hot summer’s day,
Sunshine everywhere.
Watch your children play;
Laughter fills the air.
Your son’s first bike ride
Without training wheels.
Daughter’s a make-believe bride
In her first high heels.
Almost makes you cry –
That’s how good it feels.

You can measure your past
By the pleasures that last –
Those feelings that don’t fade.
You must treasure your past
And those pleasures that last –
Those memories you’ve made.

The autumn leaves are falling now,
Your grandchildren are calling now;
You revel in these golden years.
As they pass by - those golden years.

A cold winter’s night,
Flurries in the air.
Through the dying light,
You see your wife’s white hair.
You look at those lips
You still long to kiss;
A lifelong friendship’s
Coming down to this.
Fading love – two lips
Meet the same – last kiss.

You can measure your past
By the pleasures that last –
Those feelings that don’t fade.
You must treasure your past
And those pleasures that last –
Those memories you’ve made.

Copyright © 2006 Lex Zaleta