elizabethlevett

A little music from the kitchen.

I wish I could see you.

I wish I could talk to you.

I wish I could sit with you in a corner café.

First day of spring and I’m walking in the park.

Trees are in bloom but it’s not the same.

I laugh at the squirrels but then, remembering the news,

It’s then I find that I’m so afraid.

Someday I’ll see you.

Someday I’ll talk to you.

Someday I’ll sit with you in a corner café.

They say we might be in for a spell.

I try to tell myself how it’s

Worse for someone else.

Still it just is not so easy today.

And we’ll look back someday

When all this is behind us.

We’ll laugh, I hope, 

When all of this is done.

That’s when I’ll see you.

That’s when I’ll talk with you.

That’s when I’ll sit with you, up close, in a corner café.