Those little words,
That big meaning
Said right when you say goodbye
And sometimes in a greeting
If only he would say it back,
If only he would tell me
Those little words I'm dreaming of
He'd send me a ring hanging from a dove
And around the little foot
A little paper from his book
And written on the paper there,
The edges torn, written scared
As you read the manuscript,
As the words fall from your lips
"I'll be with you through and through,
My arms always here for holding you
My lips for only you to kiss,
The only girl I'll ever miss
If we have to say goodbye,
I will love you 'till I die"
