Sometimes Grief, Sometimes Joy-M. R. Moose/Richard Mousseau

Our life started with a kiss fresh and tender. One stolen night of bliss on a whiskey bender. Memories are coming clear on the incident dear, Sometimes grief, sometimes joy. Remember the glow of the cop’s flashlight beam. Or was the whole night show just a bad dream. Memories of cheap red wine, your lips on mine, Sometimes grief, sometimes joy. We bought a house to dwell, after the wedding bells. Then came the threesome of kids and no way to be rid, Of diapers, crying and whining, and us always sighing. We bought a house to dwell, after the wedding bells. Then came the threesome of kids and no way to be rid, Of diapers, crying and whining, and us always sighing. This is my future of life, the kids and a wife. A mixture of love and grief from beginning no relief. Memories I hold near are crystal clear, Sometimes grief, sometimes joy. Our life started with a kiss fresh and tender. One stolen night of bliss on a whiskey bender. Memories are coming clear on the incident dear, Sometimes grief, sometimes joy. Memories are coming clear on the incident dear, Sometimes grief, sometimes joy.