Gloria Hope Procsal passed away almost four years to the day that she lost her husband George, our beloved father, on December 12, 2010. For Stephen, Richard, David and Nancy, this is a memorial to Mom and Dad. All poems are composed by Gloria.
We Don’t Live Here No More
by John Denver
Make believe you’re on a boat without water around
Picture yourself at a circus, without any clowns
Pretend that you’re on a highway, without any end
Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door
If somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don’t live here no more
Draw me a picture of an island without any sea
Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries
Build me a home without windows or doors to go in
Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door
If somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don’t live here no more
Dream of the time when the tides ebbing now, rise again
Then you will know, that to die is not really to end
Living and dying are both your most intimate friends
So empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door
If somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don’t live here no more
Songwriters WILLIAM DANOFF Published by Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC : John Denver – We Don’t Live Here No More Lyrics