Goodnight

Written July 29, 1990

Your eyes are growing tired

I know you can barely see

Come here my one true love

And nestle next to me

I love to feel your hair

And the smell of you so near

I love to hear your breathing

And I’m happy that you’re here

This night I will always remember

Just you so sound asleep

I know if you ever left me

This little part I can keep