When You Were Here

Music by Scott Simpson, Lyrics by Max G. Merchen and Scott Simpson I heard the river call my name to the place where we had lain beneath the distant stars. And so I sat on rain-soaked grass thinking of the evening past and of the words we shared. It isn’t sorrow that I feel I have no hurts that need to heal, just a guarded emptiness. But sunshine follows morning rain and dries the tear into a stain— a mottled memory of you. What will come no one can say I know the things for which I pray... If it be your will... if it be your will... if it be your will... Should my hopes and dreams not come true I know that “no” is an answer too... I’ll have to wait and see. What will come no one can say I know the things for which I pray... If it be your will... if it be your will... if it be your will... If it be your will... if it be your will... if it be your will... I heard the river call my name but it didn’t sound the same as when you were here... when you were here... when you were here.