For Brian, with all our love...........

Our Wild Irish Rose...........

 

Hey Bulldog The Beatles

Sheepdog, standing in the rain
Bullfrog, doing it again
Some kind of happiness is
Measured out in miles
What makes you think you're
Something special when you smile

Childlike no one understands
Jackknife in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is
Measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
To listen to your fears

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely, you can talk to me

Big man (yeah) walking in the park
Wigwam frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is
Measured out in you
You think you know me, but you haven't got a clue

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely, you can talk to me

Hey Hey

Roar

Hey, Bulldog (Hey Bulldog)

Woof

Hey, Bulldog
Hey, Bulldog
Hey, Bulldog

Hey man

Whats up brother?

Roof

What do ya say

I say, "roof"

You know any more?

Ah ah (You got it, that's it, you had it!)
That's it man, Wo ho, That's it, you got it!

Woah

Look at me man, I only had ten children

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ha ha ha ha
Quiet! Quiet! (OK)
Quiet!
Hey, Bulldog, Hey Bulldog

How blessed are we to have walked a path with Brian Levens.........how much we love you and will miss you Bulldog.......until we are together again my dear friend, thank you for the memories, these last 2 decades ( an it really be almost that long?)

I keep thinking that if I keep typing maybe that you won;t really be gone.

We love you Brian.......and we know that not only will there be beer in Heaven, but pumpkin ale, for a man truly out of his gourd.

Sleep well dear angel...........
With all our love,
Nancy, Joe, Mom, Richard..........and all of our critters who love you so.
p.s.
Thank you for the nod on the radio, playing this song on the day you passed us by ;o)