My good friend, Robin, lost her Dad when he was only 55 years old. She told me that sometimes she feels his presence and that he might be "visiting" to see how she is doing.
This was a "lost" song for quite a while. As we were listening to old tapes Robin and I heard this one as if for the first time because we had forgotten about it. After our memories were stirred a bit we remembered that she had written the words as a poem for her father who passed away at the young age of 55. My best guess is that I took that poem, sat it on the music stand by the keyboard, and improvised a melody. The result is what you hear on this recording.
You've come back into my life
Just to see how far I've come
The many bridges I've crossed
The many things I have done
I can't see you
But I feel your touch
So many times I thought
I heard your voice
And I miss you so much
I can't see you
But I feel your touch
So many times I thought
I heard your voice
And I miss you so much
You've come back into my life
Just to see how far I've come
The many bridges I've crossed
The many things I have done
You can see me
You can feel our touch
So many times
I thought I felt your hand
I miss you so muc