This is a story about the greatest kind of love there is
The one that you loved even when you're gone.

Stunning and beautiful she stands there by the fireplace
Reds greens and blues flick'ring in her eyes
A small unruly curle falls down across her forehead
As she reads the letter she cries.

(And she cries for me) she cries for me
She knows that I love her she can see
If my wandering soul should ever stop it will stop at her front door
I can't remember when I loved anybody more.

What a feelin'
She stands there so proudly in her simple gingham dress
You can just see all the mem'ries there in her eyes
She cradles a picture in two soft trembling hands
She kisses the picture and softly cries.

(And she cries for me) God she cries for me
She knows that I love her she can see
So if my wandering soul should ever stop it's gonna stop at her front door
I can't remember when I loved anybody more.

No, I've never ever, I've never really loved before
It's such a great feelin'...

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