April 18, 2012

I Miss Her When The Sun Goes Down

All I have left is A memory of her.
Deep down in my soul, she clings.
When I retire, my heart beats wildly for her.
It's over, it's over her voice rings.

I miss her when the sun goes down.
I work hard through the day so gay.
My woman, she has left our town.
I can't face the things people say.

I miss her when the sun goes down.
That woman, whom I love so well.
At midnight, when my love comes down,
She sends me, into A crying spell.

I'd travel all the way to the moon,
If I knew that she'd be there.
And sing out loud a heavenly tune,
To let her know that I care.

I wake up at night, singing the blues.
In the night when the sun is down.
'Cause that woman I hate to loose,
I miss her when the sun goes down.

Zishan Evans