Ghosts of you are all around me In every corner of my life When I always feel your presence How can I be a loving wife?
Dappled sunshine in the springtime, Blossoms dripping from the boughs Trees alive with birdsong Yes, I’m thinking of you now.
An airplane soaring high The travels you have made The memories of you telling me You didn’t think you made the grade.
Is that how I made you feel? Do I still do so now? Oh how those memories haunt me I just want to hold you now.
Couldn’t you see how much I loved you? Is it too late to show you still? The guilt I feel with every breath, Is indeed a bitter pill.