(E. Thomas)
Words that seem so hard to say, they do come easy,
When you are far away.
But when our chance arrives,
We let our chance go by.
This time's the last time
I'm giving up all my holding back.
I'll say all these things to you,
When I get back home.
When I get back home I'll set you down
In that big ole easy chair.
Pour you a glass of wine and say,
"You sit right there."
You'll say, "Honey, please, you don't have to do
these things for little ole me."
Then I'll kneel beside you,
When I get back home.
It will be so easy...easy....
One by one the stars begin to fade
To cloudy morning.
Big drops of rain begin to fall.
And through it all your face I see
Smiling back at me,
As I say, "I love you,"
When I get back home.
I'll say, "I love you,"
When I get back home.
Words that seem so hard to say, they do come easy,
When you are far away.
"WHEN I GET BACK HOME"
Copyright © 1994 James Edward Thomas, Jr.