Midnight *comes* callin,
So tender and true.
It's how I'll remember,
My life loving you.
It's true.
I've cried for your kiss.
How, I long for your tenderest touch.
Since, Midnight *comes* callin,
Without you my love.'
The chill of December
Is much sadder than Blue.
Another night alone,
With my thoughts driftin to lovin only you.
I can't leave my room,
Without a big, little shove.
Since, Midnight *comes* callin,
Without you to love.
Midnight *comes* callin,
Ever so softly and clear.
I will always cherish and remember
My life loving you right here
my dear.
Since, you went away,
With that Man Up Above.
Midnight comes callin
Without you to love
Yes, midnight comes callin without your true love
Vince Johnson &
Buddy Bee Anthony
Buddy Bee Anthony
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-comes-callin/
