Reach Haven Postcard – Dan Fogelberg – letras

The first breath of autumnBlows through the treesAnd the nights are getting longAnd growing colderAnd the maples are turningAnd the fields have gone brownAnd the waves against the shoreMake such a sad soundNow there’s a meal on the tableAnd a fire in the stoveAnd a candle burning brightlyBy the stairwayAnd a lamp in the windowThat shines out to seaAnd I wish so much tonightThat you were here with meNow the moon is in dangerOf running agroundAs she sweeps the tattered cloudsAbove the islandAnd the stars lay like diamondsOn the breast of the seaAnd I wonder where you areAnd if you’re thinking of meNow I’ve grown so accustomedTo having you nearAnd I miss you so madlyWhen you are not hereWhen I think how you love meOh, it brings me to tearsAnd wish so much tonightThat you were here with meOh, I wish so much tonightThat you were here with meWell I dropped you a postcardToday in the mailWith a picture of a sailing ship upon itAnd I tried to say somethingThat was clever and clearBut the only thing I wrote was that »I wish you were here »Now I’ve grown so accustomedTo having you nearAnd I miss you so madlyWhen you are not hereWhen I think how you love meOh, it brings me to tears