When walking home to not see you be there
I sing a melody to reassure
My tired soul that, though life is unfair,
There someday, at last, will be a cure,
For one day, though not now I must admit,
You will be there to greet my coming home,
And all the lights that ever have been lit
Will still be darker, when I cease to roam
Than that adoring smile which will spread
Across my face at seeing you and knowing
Wherever I may go, what I may do
You are with me and you will not be going
Unless of course I go along with you.
So darling know although you are away
I'm comforted by hopes of you someday.
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