Coming Home

I’m here, drenched and dry.
The rain falls, I cannot cry.
You, my love, my memories you own.
The rain has come, come back home.

I miss you, oh, how I feel!
The times we had, I cannot kill.
Through the clouds, the sun has shone.
Spring’s here, baby come back home.

You and I and It was a starry night.
You, my girl, my feelings how could I hide?
In my eternity, you were the time.
Then I said, “Baby, will you be mine?

You were with me, in my high and low.
Oh, my love, how can I let you go?
You surround me when I’m alone.
Oh, my darling, come back home.

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