Coming Home to Thee

Telling, telling I come to see,

Coming back, coming home to thee.

The ship's asail, and the sky our avail;

Bells do ring, ring for he!

Crystal waters, deep green trees,

White dress and light blue breeze;

Pachabel's canon playing in D,

I look up and it's he I see.

Thank you father for what you've done.

I pray you a long life with her and her a life of age and beauty.

 

Author's Note

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