I often get back to Union Street
I catch a glimpse of you at times
I see the years have been kind to you
I see no aging signs

In your garden or porch so high
You still can touch my heart
When your vision catches my eye
It hurts that we're apart

It's hard to remember the sound of your voice
It's been vacant for so long
That was your design by choice
I was forced to go along

For if I had my way
I'd still be by your side
I would live on Union Street
Your voice would not be denied

I often get back to Union Street
I'm there everyday of my life
It's me that should share your garden
It's you that should be my wife

09/16/1980