As the first rays of morning
Gently spill over the horizon
And through the branches
Of Alabama's pine forests,
I will be here,
Counting the memories
That haven't escaped
The frail caverns of
The human mind.
I will be here,
Wishing I could turn back time,
Back to the age I adored
When your gaze fell upon
My homely features and you smiled.
I will be here.
As the first rays of morning
Illuminate your new city
And you slumber
Next a soul that isn't mine...
I will be here,
Waiting on your return.