There's a place in my kitchen,
Where your old hat hangs.
And every time I pass there,
Your perfume fills my lungs.
My dustbins are out by the gate,
The milk bottles stand by the door.
My daily came yesterday,
And washed the kitchen floor.
It's seven o'clock in the morning,
I'm thinking of things I must do.
I'll just take a nice cup of tea now,
Back to bed, with my thoughts of you.
I only have one wish...
I pray to God each day,
That one day you'll
Return to me and
never go away.