The hills are weeping the sky is crying too that old sun won't be shining it's not the same without you the days seem longer the nights so cold I feel so weary, worn and old The flowers drooping the green grass brown it's all different when your not around old photographs show a smile but I cannot touch your face I wait alone in the shadows in silence for one like you can never be replaced Without you here it is nightmare without you here so dark and dim without you here it's hard to go on when will I see you again there's a child in the park he is laughing but inside there's no spark for I am crying I hear your voice, it lifts me up but I must hold you again without you where do I begin . . .
