Festivals are dim and the silence creeps in And you have to be strong as being weak is a sin Festivals are dim and the silence creeps in And you have to be strong as being ...

There are smiles without reason There are smiles without reason

The bookmarks of my life The bookmarks of my life

Rain brings memories from the past, the past long cherished, and now re-lived. Rain brings memories from the past, the past long cherished, and now re-lived.

A humorous narration of a visit paid to a former home which no longer felt homely. A humorous narration of a visit paid to a former home which no longer felt homel...

A gust of nostalgia.... A gust of nostalgia....