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.
Summer’s hiding over there –
Behind the hill, but in your eyes
I see the summer’s dreamy skies...
Still it haunts me that I went –
That I must go again –
To that woman with morals bent...
