The wrinkles on your face, I don't see them
Your hairs fall out of place, I don't see them
The birthdays that you miss, and the kisses you resist
Many others clench their fists, but I don't see them
I don't see a single thing
Not the names or mud they sling
All I have is what you bring when I see you
The compliment that passed, I don't hear them
The hiss of snakes in grass, I don't hear them
Although no longer here, your every thought will raise a cheer
I toast the wine and every beer, and I still hear you
But I don't hear the out of tune
Songs you sing from room to room
All I hear is angels' croon when I see you
If I saw your face, it wouldn't compensate
And it won't replace that vacancy, that space
Although you make no sound, I still hear you
You're six feet under ground, but I still dig you
And the man who tends the flowers
When our summer turns autumn showers
I count the minutes and the hours that I don't see you
You took this heart and made it melt
You took this knees and got them nailed
And I still feel the way I felt when I first saw you, ha-ha-ha
If I saw your face, it wouldn't compensate
And it won't replace that vacancy, that space
For he's good to me
Looking down sometimes, it's good for me
Brings me flowers on a rainy day
My love so very good to me
Can't you see?
He's good to me (good to me)
Beyond the last kiss and the fly-away
Beyond any doubt, beyond the grave
My love so very good to me