'A WOMAN CALLED GOLDA', 1982

          OH, GOLDA

Oh, Golda, as I lie here in my bed,
I know not why these tears I shed.
Though we fell in love when we were young,
You'll always be the only one.
But all you wanted was a man
To help fulfil your lifetime plan.
First, to take you to Palestine,
Then give you children in due time.
But you left me, though I'd loved you well,
To answer the call of Israel.

I stayed on in Tel Aviv;
While you were near, how could I leave?
I saw you last on that special night.
How young you looked, your face alight.
We had so little time, so much to say
Before I turned and walked away.
Now I lie alone and feel the pain,
Knowing we will never meet again.
Oh, Golda, I know now why I'm crying -
You don't even know that I am dying.

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