Let Me See You

I set with a man who was sick in his bed.

He was old, nearly blind, all most dead.

I had only known him for a year,

but he'd often spoke words of her.

He asked for a sip of water.

One last taste of life.

Then he lay back down and closed his eyes,

as he spoke these final words.

“Let me see you one more time before I die.

Oh to hear you speak my name.

The way you did when it seemed you’d love

Me for all of time.

Let your eyes shine on my face with a smile.

Your fingers touch my skin,

While I feel your breath upon, my lips,

As you kiss me goodbye.”

The old man’s words flew out into the night.

They returned never more.

At two in the morning his soul took flight,

But he died with a smile on his face,

As his memories of her turned bright.

“Let me see you one more time before I die.

Oh to hear you speak my name.

The way you did when it seemed you’d love

Me for all of time.

Let your eyes shine on my face with a smile.

Your fingers touch my skin.

While I feel your breath upon my lips

As you kiss me goodbye”

We laid the old man to his rest

Up on a high lonesome ridge.

But I still remember the smile on his face,

and that final request.

“Let me see you one more time before I die.

Oh to hear you speak my name

The way you did when it seemed you’d love

Me for all of time.

Let your eyes shine on my face with a smile.

Your fingers touch my skin,

While I feel your breath upon my lips

As you kiss me goodbye.

As you kiss me goodbye.”

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