You Are So Near
Whenever there is sunshine, dear... I know that you are
there... Whenever there is joy, I feel... Your presense in
the air... I seem to touch your spirit in... The golden moon
at night... And in the silver of the stars... So friendly and
so bright... Within the peaceful valley and ... On top of
every hill... Where morning winds caress the grass... And
kiss the daffodil... Along the quiet avenue... Of garden
paths and gates... And on the passing calendar... Of sweet
and special dates... As in the white of winter with... Its
gently falling snow... I see a vision of your face... And, oh,
I love you so.
James J. Metcalfe
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