ALL THE TIMES YOU'RE GONE
I look to see the wild flowers bloomin'
And wonder why they seem so plain.
The springtime rides the brown hills over
Young birds sing in a silver rain.
I think of you as the night rolls by
You're on my mind the whole day through
Far away in a lonesome city
All the times you're gone, I think of you.
And when my world is turned to sunlight
And the dust clouds stand in a summer sky
I number all the climbin' roses
Watch to see the milkweed fly.
And when I hear the south wind moanin'
Like an angels voice from a far off shore
My days slip by like light snow fallin'
Or the dry brown leaves blown by my door.
Copyright Bruce Philips