Wish You Were Here
Harold Rome
They're not making the skies as blue this year
As blue as they used to when you were near
And the morning's don't seem as new
Brand new as they did with you
Wish you were here
Someone's painting the leaves all wrong this year
And why did the birds change their song this year
They're not shining the stars as bright
They've stolen the joy from the night
Wish you were here
And the morning's don't seem as new
Brand new as they did with you
Wish you were here
Someone's painting the leaves all wrong this year
And why did the birds change their song this year
They're not shining the leaves as bright
They've stolen the joy from the night
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
