Loudon Wainwright III Follow

Rowena, my darling, just a word or two. It means the world to me, those few words from you. But when you don't send them, why can't you see? It's as if the whole world had gone back on me.

Tonight when I'm sleeping, I will dream of you, wishfully thinking. What else can I do? Then in the morning, it's always the same. When dreaming is done, then I call out your name.

Rowena, my dear, yours to hand this a.m. I'm holding your letter, in heaven again. A few words from me now, to make sure you know. As ever, I'm yours, yes, and I love you so.

Rowena, my darling, just a word or two. It means the world to me, those few words from you. But when you don't send them, why can't you see? It's as if the whole world had gone back on me.

Tonight when I'm sleeping, I will dream of you, wishfully thinking. What else can I do? Then in the morning, it's always the same. When dreaming is done, then I call out your name.