Was it You?
I thought I sensed your presence
In the sultry southern night
Was it you? Were you there?
Was the breeze I felt upon my cheek
Your breath as you breathed a sigh?
Was it you?
I thought I heard you murmer
Among the moss draped oaks
Were you there?
Were you walking right beside me
Along that dusty moonlit road?
I thought you made me shiver
One more time with just your touch.
I thought I felt the pressure
Of your fingers upon my lips.
Was that you?
I f I had reached out quick enough
Would you have had to stay?
High above these old live oaks
Are you watching over me?
Is it you? Are you there?
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