If you're ever down and feel alone,
I hope you'll think of me.
For you've always been more than a friend,
And I hope you'll always be.

I miss you when you leave me,
Tho' I know it has to be.
For you have a gypsy spirit
That demands that you be free.

I will always hold a place for you
Here within this heart of mine.
And I know that my affection
Will not fade away with time.

I wonder if you know that
You still haunt me, tho' you're gone.
And if you're ever tired of wanderin'
Then I hope you'll come on home.

Wilma C. Hewett

Copyright 1995