As I sit on this lonely beach, with its gray, overcast sky,
My thoughts go back to happy times, and I wonder, "Why?"
All I wanted was to be happy, to enjoy the good life;
To have a nice family, and a loving wife.
All this came to pass; how easy it came to be.
Beautiful children and a loving wife for me.
But it all came to an end on a cold April night.
My wife passed on to heaven; she had lost the brave fight.
Thank God for my mother, for this I must say;
She loved all of you until the end of her day.
For the years pass by ever so fast,
The children grow up; childhood does not last.
So here I sit watching the seagulls play,
wishing to go back to that sad April day.
I would take my wife’s hand, hold it ever so tight.
So remember your mother, who loved you to the end.
Who wished the best for you; you will surely see her again.
And remember my words about that cold April night;
Love may come only once, so hold it ever so tight.
As I grow older, and the years go passing by.
I still look at the sea and wonder, "Why?"
Wishing life could have dealt a better hand that day.
So she could have lived to see her grandchildren play.