SAN DIEGO—How fleeing a relationship can be! That is the theme of these three songs, selected by Hal's daughter, Harriet. To hear Hal sing them, click on the title above the lyrics. To hear other Wingard songs, click here.

#131 -- Passion
#132 -- Forever and a Day
#154 -- Heartbreak


#131, Passion

The day we met our passion flared,
Engulfing us in fire.
We felt no love but took no time
To wait our hot desire.
We gave ourselves without a thought
Of what could be consumed.
In ecstasy we could not know
That such affairs are doomed.

The flame of passion dies away
Without the fuel of love.

When passion waned, as passion must,
We felt a shiv'ring cold,
With nothing left to take the place
Of passion uncontrolled.
And so we parted icily
When suddenly we knew:
Nothing's left when there's no love
And ecstasy is through.

The flame of passion dies away
Without the fuel of love.


(c) 2009 Estate of Hal Wingard; June 21, 1981


#132, Forever And A Day

We vowed to love forever,
Forever and a day.
Because we felt so deeply,
We knew our love would stay.
In front of friends and family
We took our lovers' oath.
We swore we'd love forever,
With words that touched us both.

We knew our love would stay
Forever and a day.

But shortly we discovered
That honeymoons are brief.
Loving's part of living,
But living brings its grief.
As tiny irks and angers
Led to constant strife,
We felt ourselves divided,
Unhappy with our life.

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We hoped our love would stay
Forever and a day.

But you condemned my custom
Of scratching at my head,
Of dropping dirty clothing
On the floor beside our bed.
I angered at your habit
Of writing bouncing checks,
Of chewing gum in public,
Of laughing during sex.

No way our love would stay
Forever and a day.

Without a fuss or fanfare,
Forever came to end;
And on the day that followed
You took off with a friend.
In looking for a new love
I know I'll do just fine,
If I can find a lover
With habits just like mine.

And then our love will stay
Forever and a day.


(c) Estate of Hal Wingard; July 1, 1981



#154, Heartbreak

I feel a pulsing turbulance
Surging at my heart,
As unrelenting breakers crash
And pound my heart apart.
    
I wonder if the cause can be
That you have gone away,
Disregarding all my pleas,
My begging that you stay.

Or can it be that I dine out
For ev'ry meal I take,
And what I really suffer from
Is heartburn, not heartbreak?

La  la  la  la  la  la  la,
Lala  la  la  la  la.


(c) Estate of Hal Wingard; November 19, 1982

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Hal Wingard died May 25, 2009 at age 83 in San Diego. He was an educator who specialized in methodologies for foreign language teaching and had served on the California State Curriculum Commission. His wife, Eileen, a retired symphony violinist and occasional contributor to San Diego Jewish World, survives him, along with three daughters and a son.