while yet I long for thee
Elegy for Clyde Perry & Velma Lee Opal Cox
when the lone wail of the train speaks to me
my grief-stricken heart still pains to abide,
oh me, oh my, while yet I long for thee.
...
your shadow 'neath the trestle I can see
walking tall with a long and easy stride
when the lone wail of the train speaks to me.
...
to remember only the best my plea
when bad times come so easily to mind,
oh me, oh my, while yet I long for thee.
...
some days you weren't no good at all to see
sober at work but not at home I'd chide
when the lone wail of the train speaks to me.
...
in your arms safe I knew I'd always be
till the day we parted without goodbye,
oh me, oh my, while yet I long for thee.
...
your head came to its final rest on me
your soft breath caressed my cheek as I cried
when the lone wail of the train speaks to me,
oh me, oh my, while yet I long for thee.
About the Creator
John Cox
Where would you like to travel? Who would you like to meet? No ticket required, a surprise at every destination guaranteed. Strap on your time travel goggles and bring a compass. It's sometimes bumpy in my imagination, so hold on tight!
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