Coming Home To You Everyday
My best friend is just a few yards away
not feeling well she’s had a long day.
Right now in our bedroom watching a cooking show
I don’t under stand it, she knows all there is to know.
As with every thing else she always wants to do better
she gives it her best even when she’s under the weather.
My best friend is my most loving wife
She has given me the best years of her life.
It’s been thirty nine years since I took her as my bride
That’s thirty nine years with my best friend by my side.
A lot has happened since our day in September
some things forgotten but the best I still remember.
I remember the warmth and passion of our youth
I still feel it when I think of you and that’s the truth.
I remember worrying that my job would call me away
all I ever wanted was to come home to you everyday.
Copyright © Monty Newman | Year Posted 2010
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