Missing You

When the ocean parts
The seven seas,
When the wind whispers
Through the trees.
When the sun rises
At the break of dawn
When the moon sets
With an evening yawn.
When day brightens
The morning sky
And night darkens
Before your eye
When birds fly south
When winters here
When you hold your love one
So close and near.
When the skies above
Are no longer blue
Still my love
I'll be missing you.