I miss you at night as I gaze upon the stars
I miss you during the day as clouds cover my sun
I miss you and want to hold you in my arms
I miss you so much, my dear, I feel no more fun. ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.
