How often I look out my window and I wonder what I think I'll see...Do I really expect to see you sitting in the shadow of the evergreen tree..as when you were a baby and I fed you treats and stars.You grew up that springtime...that springtime that was ours. How often I look out my window and tears come to my eyes as I think of times together beneath the starry skies...when side by side we laid near the apple tree...How often I look out my window and think of you and me. One day will I look out my window and really see you there? In the Dawn's first light? In the Morning fair? Will we sit together then as in times ago? How often I look out my window...and hope that this is so.