David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
David Ackles
May I write you from time to time
A picture postcard from the five and dime?
Nothing fancy, just a simple line
'I miss you.'
May I telephone now and then?
Nothing dreadful, just, 'Hello, my friend
How's your mother, is she on the mend?
I miss you.'
I have to go now, who can say how long?
You be good while I'm gone
And don't look behind you
I'd like to say more, but there's no need to lie
If I come back bye and bye
I just hope to find you
I'll think of you every warm night
Will you think of me if I don't write?
But will you write me, from time to time
A picture postcard from the five and dime
Nothing fancy, just a simple line
I know I'll miss you