Face in the Wind by Bob Johnson

I thought I saw a shadow, a glimpse as you went by,

A trick my eyes were playing, I knew, produced a little sigh.

You have been gone from me, but I hear a faint sound there,

The humming of your sweet voice coming from your favorite
rocking chair.

Oh, if I could have one more day to say those things I thought

And take back all the petty things when I became distraught.

The scent of your sweet presence still lingers in the air,

Or am I just imaging, it matters not, for I so care

The memory of our strong love, the fullness of my heart

Will never ever be lost, from my mind, even though we are apart.

It is close to my time to be with you, the distance has been thinned,

Be sure, my love that I will always be

Searching for your face in the wind.

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