I would see his face and cry.
I would die just looking at him,
And knowing he would cry.
I gave him a kiss.
But picture this,
He came back alive.
And lay a picture
on his grave,
kissing him good-bye.






I would die just looking at him,
And knowing he would cry.
I gave him a kiss.
But picture this,
He came back alive.
And lay a picture
on his grave,
kissing him good-bye.














































