The leaves are turning. Another autumn without you. How you loved the spring. April showers, May flowers. You loved that song. I still have the old 78 rpm record up in the attic.
I thought time would make things better. Tried dating a time or two, but when I looked into their faces, I saw yours.
Sometimes I blame God, for taking you from me, but you would scold me for not accepting his will.
Bedtime. Tomorrow I shall find and play that old record. Then I'll make it through autumn and winter and be waiting here for you come spring.
I thought time would make things better. Tried dating a time or two, but when I looked into their faces, I saw yours.
Sometimes I blame God, for taking you from me, but you would scold me for not accepting his will.
Bedtime. Tomorrow I shall find and play that old record. Then I'll make it through autumn and winter and be waiting here for you come spring.
