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.
What is the story of your life?
I have a friend – she is my wife...
Allie is a lass that must surpass
The highest hopes of lost man’s longing
I’d long have been put out to grass...
