I wish you were here to be underfoot,
I wish you were here to get in my way,
To call me from work, to call me to play,
I wish you were here again.

Oh, what did I do that had to be done,
And what did I read that had to be read,
When I could have turned to watch you instead?
I wish you were here again.

The monuments rise, the monuments fall,
The papers are signed and turn into chaff,
But I can recall the sound of your laugh.
I wish you were here again.

I wish you were here to be underfoot,
I wish you were here to get in my way,
To call me from work, to call me to play.
I wish you were here again.

-- Malvina Reynolds