COLDEST MONTH ON CLOUD NINE

Author: Joyce Hemsley

I sit alone and yearn,
for the sweetest of love I pine,
together we belong,
today and for all time.

If only you'd return,
oh come ye back from the "Divine"
my heart would sing a song,
the magic would be mine.

The freezing chill is here,
a cold cold month upon cloud nine,
the sadness lingers on,
there is no light to shine.

No other love will do,
my hopeless weakness is the sign,
how I wish for your return,
oh come ye back from the "Divine".