I wish you were here,dear
I wish you were here
I wish you sat on the sofa
And I sat near
The handkerchief should be yours
The tear could be mine,chin-bound
Though it could be,of course,
The other way around.
I wish you were here, dear
I wish you were here
I wish you were in my car
And you'd shift the gear
We'd find ourselves elsewhere
On an unknown shore
Or else we'd repair
To where we have been before.
I wish you were here, dear
I wish you were here
I wish I knew no astronomy
When stars appear
When the moon skims the water
That sighs and shifts in its slumber
I wish it were still a quarter
To dial your number.
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