Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she...
All the cares and despairs of busy days
Can never outweigh my deep content
For I live by your eyes...
