Writer(s): cahn/van heusen
I’ll only miss her, when I think of her
And I’ll think of her, all the time
Likely I’ll spend my days — hearing her turn of phrase
Things I found hard to praise — right now, would seem sublime
The truth is…
I’ll only miss her, when some stranger laughs
’cause it’s still her laugh — my hearts hears
Maybe in time — I guess, the longing will grow, the slightest bit less
And there will be moments — yes — when it disappears
I’ll bet I’ll forget her completely — in about a hundred years