Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
Billy Crockett
He woke alone in bed
The light was on downstairs
She was sitting by the window
In her grandma's rocking chair
He stood and watched her from the doorway
She never made a sound
And the rain was coming down, coming down
Little move so she would hear him
She glanced across the room
He said "Baby, what you doing?"
She stared back at the moon
When he tried to say "I love you"
He hardly made a sound
And the rain kept coming down, coming down
Someday we all shall see and
Someday we shall be known
But now it's through a mirror
A cloudy pane of glass
Someday we all shall see and
Someday we shall be known
When love and understanding
Bring us to each other face to face
He climbed back into bed
She followed him up the stairs
She would not let the silence
Speak for all her fears
They held each other all that night
And listened to the sound
As the rain kept coming down, coming down
Someday we all shall see and
Someday we shall be known
But now it's through a mirror
A cloudy pane of glass
Someday we all shall see and
Someday we shall be known
When love and understanding
Bring us to each other face to face
Someday Face To Face was written by Milton Brasher-Cunningham & Billy Crockett.
Someday Face To Face was produced by Billy Crockett.