I walked with you and talked with you and held your loving hand
We loved awhile I lived awhile and thought that fate had it planned
Then someone stole my angel and I lost what I loved most
I may never get to heaven but I once came mighty close
I may never play a golden harp or spread celestian wings
Or walk a golden staircase while the distant chorus sings
Oh but I once held your sweet love and felt your tender touch
I may never get to heaven but I didn’t miss it much
I may never get to heaven but I didn’t miss it much
Conway always thought people came to hear him sing not listen to him talk. He almost always stayed until the last autograph was signed and fan left the building. I saw him many many times and spoke to him often. He was a very down-to-earth man. If you had seen him again you probably would have a different experience. He was the real deal.