Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1965, 2020

I can see the nearing storm
But, with you, I'm safe and warm
Out on the peaceful sea
Knowing you still love me
And when the raging waves beat on the peaceful shore
Here we'll sit beside the fire and I will love you more

Rachel, my love
I cannot be true to you

Put your hand inside my own
Though the birds and bees have flown
Let me be true to you
I will ever be true
Fan the fires of love within, make me remember you
I can always say, begin to make me love you true

Anna, my love
I cannot be true to you