The Touch of Your Hand - - Margaret Whiting

You and I

Throughout a summer day

Have walked a sunlit way

Or stopped to play

You and I

Have wandered hand in hand

Throughout a happy land

That we had planned

I had hoped that our way might end

Where the sky and blue horizon blend

Yet we’ve both walked our one last mile

It’s goodbye for a while

When you shall see flowers that lie on the plain

Lying there sighing for one touch of rain

Then you may borrow some glimpse of my sorrow

And you’ll understand

How I long for the touch of your hand

I’ve loved you so

You’ll never know

How through those far ways

And strangling star ways

On sea or on land

I will long for the touch of your hand