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Sitting on the Edge

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-By Linda Lee Lyberg

Sitting on the edge of my life

And watching and waiting

Searching for some little sign

I’m hoping and praying

That he’ll come along

And take me away

My mystery man

I can’t see his face

He’ll fill the space

That’s in my heart

When I think of your face

Oh, oh, hey, hey you went away

Hey, hey, why didn’t you stay?

So, I’m sitting on the edge of my life

I’m watching and waiting

Searching for some little sign

I’m hoping and praying

That he’ll come along

And take me away

The man who’s a stranger

Will know how to play

I know he’ll help me

He’ll teach me to love

And dance like a gypsy

On the wings of a dove

Oh, oh hey, hey the wings of a dove

Hey, hey teach me to love

I’m watching and waiting Ba-by…

I’m hoping and praying Ba-by…

That you’ll come along

While I’m…

Sitting on the edge of my life.

Copyright©2017

Linda Lee Lyberg

Mystery

Author’s Note: A bit of fun- I wrote this with the intention of it becoming a song. 

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