The Home Coming
She was a girl living on her own in the city.
I saw her as a flower blooming very pretty.
I made an effort to get to know her.
Before long I grew much bolder.
I asked her out and love grew from there.
Then word came which we could hardly bare
I had to leave for an indefinite time.
We cried. I said everything would be fine.
I’d send money. She could move away.
She wanted into a country home to stay.
Eventually, this dream came true for her.
She bought a home. A cozy one, for sure.
She continued to wait with much concern.
The time was near for my return.
Early in the morning.
Just about the time the day is dawning.
When all the birds of song are singing.
I’ll be coming home to you.
Look out across the frosty meadow.
The sun will be turning yellow.
All the trees will be saying hello.
I’ll be coming home to you.
She was a country girl at heart.
She loved to sit before the hearth.
Feel the warmth coming from the fire.
As she dreamed of her desire.
She was faithful as she waited patiently.
Knowing I would be coming home to see
our new home where we would be together.
Our love will grow, no matter the weather.
She knew I didn’t want to leave.
It was impossible to even conceive
of being apart for such a lengthy time.
It was so hard it was almost a crime.
But, it all would be over soon.
All the waiting would heal like a wound.
Early in the morning.
Just about the time the day is dawning.
When all the birds of song are singing.
I’ll be coming home to you.
Look out across the frosty meadow.
The sun will be turning yellow.
All the trees will be saying hello.
I’ll be coming home to you.———————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)