Eddie Heidt
April 14, 1922-June 8, 2002

Miss You

I miss you in the morning, dear,
When all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
Because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
Unfailing sympathy.

The world is full of folks, it’s true,
But there is only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear,
The crowded city street
Seems but a dessert now,
I walk in solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
So sure to understand.

The world is full of folks, it’s true,
But there is only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
When daylight fades away.
I miss the sheltering arms of you
To rest me from the day;
I try to think I see you yet
There where the firelight gleams-
Weary at last, I sleep, and still
I miss you in my dreams.

The world is full of folks, it’s true,
But there is only one of you.

Your honey, Libby
And your family