my sweetie won't you please come home©
He hasn't come home
from his errands yet,
the stores he loves to roam
to return tho he'd never forget.
Where he could be all this time
i keep wondering and watch the door,
if only it was true that man of mine
was coming back forevermore.
It keep thinking it's all a nightmare
and i'll wake up to see his smile,
that loving face none other can compare
will be here for the long while.
I hear his voice in my head
saying i love you you're my pooh,
but i can't touch him i'm already dead
please grant me peace yonder in the blue!
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