Old Familiar Way

Created by: dcolspector Neither the flowers on the hill, Or the moonlight on the sea, Have ever looked so blue. And everything looks new again, In that old familiar way. The view from my room, Of the ships on the bay, Had come to bore me through and through. But they suddenly seem new again, In that old familiar way. The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree, Had long gone unnoticed by me. I'm stunned by what now I finally see. It's amazing the wonders you can find, Just by stepping outside. There's a skip in my step, a divine state of joy, In everything I do. Cause I am feeling new again, In that old familiar way. When I'm awoken from my dreams, By a cuckoo on the roof, I always join in too. (Cuckoo!) And every sound sounds new again, In that old familiar way. The life I used to know when I was busy, always on the go, Left me with nothing to show. Now I feel that I can honestly say, I'm living a suitable life. I'm glad I finally got it right. (Single notes under a chord) Welcome to the Gay Parade.