In the empty hours when I miss them so

 

There are more 'professional' recordings - see here - but this one does it for me

 

I really need those empty hours of those early morning when I brew myself my first cup of tea before the house wakes up and breaks up my melancholic thoughts, which at my age are mostly about the people I have known and who have already gone before me.

It's a sad reverie but the sadness is tinged with gratitude. Gratitude for having known those people; gratitude for having had such friends. I never knew when their last hour would come, so I never had a chance to say goodbye, leaving many words unsaid and many things undone.

 

The hand is cold that once held mine I can't believe you've really left this world behind I can wait and I can hope I'll get over this in time It takes time to learn when someone's gone for good They're not comin' back like you wish they would In the empty hours when you miss them so Then it's time to learn to let them go Your last hours we never knew We never had a chance to say goodbye to you Words unsaid and things undone We'd just begun and now we'll never see them through It takes time to learn when someone's gone for good They're not comin' back like you wish they would In the empty hours when you miss them so It takes time to learn to let them go It takes time to learn that you're gone for good You're not comin' back like I wish you would In the empty hours when I miss you so Then it's time to learn to let you go The hand is cold that once held mine

 

It's taken time to learn that they're gone. Now it's time to let them go.

 

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