Darling Just Hold My Hand Slowed Song Download
Celina Ruffel
'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
Darling, just kiss me slow
Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you're holding mine
We are still kids, but we're so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we'll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I'll be your man
I see my future in your eyes
I, I've been lost for four days. That's four more days than I've ever felt alone. And last night I had four dreams. That's for more dreams than any wishing man could ever ask for. If you need a hand to hold onto, looking for a lover in another's touch, well baby it's the simple wind that's gonna hold you up, lift you up again. Baby won't you breath it in, 'cause it'll never blow this way again. Well I, I watched the rise of three suns, but on that fourth one couldn't bring myself to rise. And I, I'm on a train bound for simple love, but I've been sidetracked more than once by the lust in her pale blue eyes. But if you need a hand to hold onto, looking for a lover in another's touch, well baby its the simple wind that's gonna hold you up, lift you up again. Baby won't you breath it in, 'cause it'll never blow this way again.
Well he calls himself the man on the corner. He's turned a corner in his life. He sings his songs of redemption while the people pass him by. Young man try and offer him change, but he said son, that shit ain't worth a dime. Oh he sings his songs of the rich man. He sings of the devil's gold. Tells stories of a poor man's heart and the price that it was sold. He says those linen covered bodies will whither but that soul never grows old. He calls himself the man on the corner. You can find him playing there on the side of the road. Oh I remember the days when the rains came and I remember the bitter cold, I remember the six strings of that blues man and I remember the hands that used hold. And I remember that man on the corner lying face down in the middle of the road. Yea his linen covered body did whither but that soul never grows old. Yea his linen covered body did whither, but that soul never grows old.
While her mother worked on Saturday, Nancy took the Six downtown and walked from Grand Central Station into the commercial grid of the Fur District. The streets were empty and the shops closed. They must get all their mannequins from one place, Nancy thought. In every window, white featureless creatures posed like humans; small-breasted, sleek and sway-backed, one arched foot thrust suggestively forward, arms outstretched and elegantly arranged, the hands just a suggestion of hand with indentations that indicated fingers and opposable thumb. Fur coats and stoles draped their white lacquered torsos; mink, red fox and seal skin. Mink turbans capped their long oval heads.
Lawton, who is one of his generals, says OldJack holds himself as the god of war, givingshort, sharp commands, distinctly, rapidly anddecisively, without consultation or explanationand disregarding suggestions and remonstrances.Being himself absolutely fearless,and having unusual mental and moral, aswell as physical, courage, he goes ahead on hisown hook, asking no advice and resenting interference.He places no value on human life,caring for nothing so much as fighting,unless it be praying. Illness, wounds and alldisabilities he defines as inefficiency and indications of a lack of patriotism. Sufferingfrom insomnia, he often uses his men as a sedative,and when he can't sleep calls them out,marches them out a few miles; then marchesthem back. He never praises his men for gallantry,because it is their duty to be gallantand they do not deserve credit for doing theirduty. Well, my own darling, I only pray thatGod may spare him to us to see us through.If General Lee had Grant's resources he wouldsoon end the war; but Old Jack can do it withoutresources.
All that makes life dear is the thought ofseeing you and being with you. And oh, whatan eternity it seems since I said good night!Oh, my darling, love me, pray for me, holdme in your thoughts, keep me in your heart!
BAIRD has just come in from the lines,my darling wife, and reports that all iswell. I came in about eleven and was lyingin my tent all alone, thinking of you, andwhile I builded wonderful castles I was serenadingyou with the songs I love.
Well, my darling, we have had a most excitingday. Marse Robert came out. Hewas restive and very, very silent. We hadjust paid our respects to Butler's diggers whenhe arrived. The device we used in so doingwas a new one or rather a very old one newlyrevived. It was a mortar battery hidden inthe bushes. It is invisible to the enemy andeasily shifted from one hiding place to theother. It used to be the only way in whichshells could be thrown. It throws these shellshigh in the air, and they fall by their ownweight without the least warning of theircoming. There is no screaming or squealingsound like that made by our modern shells.They fall almost as silently as a snowflakefalls, and it seems to me almost barbarous todrop these silent, ghostly missiles down uponthose light-hearted, happy-go-lucky negroes,for I learn that it is they that are doing thedigging. Butler, with promise of extra payfor extra work and extra danger, has inducedfour hundred of the colored soldiers to volunteerto sheathe their swords and take upthe shovel and go to digging.
THIS morning at breakfast, my darlingSally, when you suggested having anoyster roast for my officers after our conferenceto-night, I said that I feared we shouldnot have enough oysters. Our old hunter,Gossett, has just brought in a fine large wildturkey, and with that and the three bushels ofoysters which your uncle sent I think we canget up a fine supper. Don't you, my marvelof a housekeeper? I hope you can, and hope,too, that the good cheer it will provide willhelp us to new and encouraging suggestions,for, as hopeful as I always am, even my heartis in my boots.
We formed line of battle across an openfield, holding it against repeated charges ofSheridan's dismounted cavalry. At aboutthree o'clock the infantry which Sheridan hadbeen looking for came up, completely hemmingus in. Anderson ordered me to draw offmy brigades to the rear and to cut our wayout in any possible manner that we could.Wise's Brigade was deployed in the rear toassist us, but was charged upon on all sidesby the enemy and, though fighting manfullyto the last, was forced to yield. Two of mybrigadiers, Corse and Hunton, were takenprisoners. The other two barely escaped, andmy life, by some miracle, was spared. Andby another miracle, greater still, I escapedcapture. A squadron of the enemy's cavalrywas riding down upon us, two of my staff andmyself, when a small squad of my men recognizedme and, risking their own lives, ralliedto our assistance and suddenly delivered a lastvolley into the faces of the pursuing horsemen,checking them but for a moment. Butin that one moment we, by the speed of ourhorses, made our escape. Ah, my darling, thesacrifice of this little band of men is like untothat which was made at Calvary.
The birds are nesting and songs are beingborn just where Butler's vandals mutilated andbroke off the top of this monument, huntingfor hidden treasure. Some of the seeds whichthe mother birds carried to their young havefallen by the wayside and taken root and nowout of the jagged, broken top grow a greeneryof unknown vines and plants and flowers.The old colonial home of my forefathers, withits rare old mahoganies and paintings, whichButler sacked and desecrated and thenburned, has been replaced by a sweet littlecottage home built by ourselves, all our veryown, and consecrated to love and contentment,with furnishings so simple and plain that weare not afraid of using them.
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