The Touch Of Your Hand

Margaret Whiting

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You and I
Throughout a summer day
Have walked a sunlit way
Or stopped to play

You and I
Have wandered hand in hand
Throughout a happy land
That we had planned

I had hoped that our way might end
Where the sky and blue horizon blend
Yet we've both walked our one last mile
It's goodbye for a while

When you shall see flowers that lie on the plain
Lying there sighing for one touch of rain
Then you may borrow some glimpse of my sorrow
And you'll understand
How I long for the touch of your hand

I've loved you so
You'll never know
How through those far ways
And strangling star ways
On sea or on land
I will long for the touch of your hand