In the Early Morning Rain
(With apologies to Gordon Lightfoot)
I have a longing in my heart—a yearning in my soul—as I stand here in the early morning rain.
I’d best be on my way, but the thought of you keeps me standing here—in the early morning rain.
I’ll be leaving this town ’cause I can find no work and I’m down to my last dollar.
I have nothing; I am nothing, so I cannot approach you. Instead, I stand here in the early morning rain and look to where you live. I want only one last look at you and then I’ll go—one look at you through a window—in the early morning rain.
I have nowhere to go and no one waiting for me when I get there. But the vision of you in my heart will sustain me, if I can only see you one more time—through the…
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