Show When She Comes Home When she comes home again again I a thousand ways I fashion to myself the tenderness Of my glad welcome I shall tremble yes tremble yes And touch her as when first in the old days daysI I touched her girlish hand nor dared upraise upraise Mine eyes such was my faint hearts heart's sweet distress Then silence and the perfume of her dress The room will sway a little and a haze Clog eyesight eyesight even for even for a space And tears yea tears yea and the ache here in in the throat To know that I so ill deserve the place Her arms make Jor tor me and the sobbing note I stay with kisses ere the t tearful face Again is hidden in the old embrace J. J Whitcomb Riley |