HE MISSED THE WAY

He missed the way she called his name

Voice like a whisper in a gentle summer rain

Like a quiet invitation

To a shady country lane

He missed the way she called his name

He missed the way

 

He missed the woodland walks in dappled light

He missed the drives through the autumn hills

He even missed the fussin'

And infrequent bouts of cussin'

Cheeks all flushed and ripe for pickin'

 

He missed the way she did her hair

The way it shimmered as it tumbled here and there

How it flowed down past her shoulders

How it floated on the air

He missed the way she did her hair

But missed the way to keep her there

He missed the way

He missed the way

He missed the way she did her hair

The way it shimmered as it tumbled here and there

How it flowed down past her shoulders

How it floated on the air

He missed the way she did her hair

 

He missed the way she filled her clothes

The way she knew just how much surface to expose

From the sonnet of her bonnet

To the polish on her toes

He missed the way she filled her clothes

He missed the way

 

He missed the laughter in those soft brown eyes

He missed the smile that made him whole

He missed the plannin' and the schemin' girl

Who filled his ever-changing world

With warmth, and love and simple pleasures