Wishes

It’s gotten so warm already this spring
Oak trees are anxiously budding too soon
I hear crickets chirping out near the creek
Like the night we danced with the moon

Wish you were holding me close
In daffodils standing so tall
Wish I were holding you close
While the redbud breathes her bashful song
Wish you were holding me close
Till the cotton boll grins in the fall

I keep telling’ my heart not to linger
Over these bittersweet memories
But I can almost feel the rush of your touch
And I wish you were still holding me

Wish you were holding me close
In daffodils standing so tall
Wish I were holding you close
While the redbud breathes her bashful song
Wish you were holding me close
Till the cotton boll grins in the fall

Here's to hoping that late snow
Doesn't rob the Azaleas
Of their elegant glow

Wish you were holding me close
In daffodils standing so tall
Wish I were holding you close
While the redbud breathes her bashful song
Wish you were holding me close
Till the cotton boll grins in the fall

Oh, how I Wish you were holding me close

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