If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
then surely I am quite fond;
for this absence has lingered on,
the seasons have tip-toed by,
you remained in the old photograph,
and I had a tear in my eye,
a tear in my eye.
Always pining for the lighter day,
when the burden seemed less to bear,
and there was so much less to miss
because I thought it would never end:
I thought, you would always be right here,
just around the bend,
just around the bend.
I often imagine glancing out my window,
and seeing you there, smelling the garden flowers,
and with a wink and teasing smile
you would look at me as if to say,
Well, it’s been quite awhile.
It’s been quite awhile.
I am nothing but a simple man,
who has walked through this world of woe
to find there is no solace without a friend;
and that as far away as you may roam,
when you at last return to my door,
I too am finally home,
I too am finally home.
