Hold on to my love,
my love, my love
Hold on to my love
Now I can see it your eyes;
they look at mine defiantly.
Seventeen-- no surprise
God, you look so much like me!
The style Iâ°ve seen before,
the hair, the clothes its all been worn.
Honey, its the uniform
of non-conformity
And history has her patterns
I remember seventeen-
Between the past and the future,
youâ°re caught somewhere in the seam.
And if your dreams no longer fit you,
If the ones you once held dear
start to fade and disappear
remember- hope is here.
Hold on to my loveá
I donâ°t profess to know the future,
Couldnâ°t guess beyond today.
This thread of hope is all I offer
if the fabrics torn away.
Disillusioned, disconnected,
sometimes its hard to see
There is method to this madness,
pattern to this tapestry
When people talk of cutting things,
cutting corners, cutting lines,
ties and losses, apron strings,
connections to another time,
theres something here for you to hold,
as long as youre a child of mine,
this thread is strong as it is fine,
I cried when I wrote this line
Hold on to my love
