Quiet Comfort

by Eugene Blanchard
Copyright 1982, 2000

In the evening she throws away my frown
She comforts me and never lets me down
Her body close to mine, she caresses my face
And sometimes I wonder, and sometimes I sigh
And sometimes I listen and sometimes I cry

In the morning, I start a new day
My love next to me, I'm on my way
Toast and coffee and a newspaper too
Across from me, a beautiful view
And sometimes I wonder, and sometimes I sigh
And sometimes I listen and sometimes I cry

In my thoughts, a place remains
Wrapped in love and free from pain
In her eyes, I can see the truth
Reflections of the past and our youth
And sometimes I wonder, and sometimes I sigh
And sometimes I listen and sometimes I cry