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.
I want your kisses all the time
When we embrace I know
To miss one kiss would be a crime...
No one can quite understand
Not young exactly THEN
The wildness of the Sixties...
