@Ed209
I love that line too Ed.
You immediately think of your babes, and how they will cope going forward, eventually without you.
For three years I played a theatre show all over the country called "Basin Street to Broadway" with 'Keith Smith's Hefty Jazz' and Georgie Fame.
The closer was always this number, which actually I loved playing.
It never failed to 'reach' the audience.
On one performance the band leader/vocalist who'd had far too much to drink, launched into the lyrics with:
"Skies of Green,
Fields of White,"
and proceeded to screw all the colours up.
He was unceremoniously jeered off stage by a less than adoring audience.
Six months later this very talented trumpet player had drunk himself to death.
Whereas I like the number, I can not help reflecting on the fact that there is also so much hatred, violence, corruption, disease, and pain in this world, that it is not always that wonderful, as us people clearly know.
I do not expect to meet up with any creator when this life is finished, but if I do I shall definitely point out a few design faults.
Still like the number though, and the philosophy of sharing the love. x