Oh, my dearest, oh, my lovely I hope this letter finds you well I miss you badly, I miss you madly I miss your touch, your smell I hear the rainfall outside my tent now My hand is shaking from the cold But what keeps me going is simply knowing That you are mine to have and hold Oh, my dearest, oh, my lovely I know how hard these times have been I know you miss me and long to kiss me But I swear to you I'll be home again So, Love, hold your head high I'll be home one day And underneath the blue skies In golden fields we'll play Oh ,my dearest, oh, my lovely I hope this letter finds you well I miss you badly, I miss you madly I miss your touch, your smell I will not die here, I'll tell you why dear There is something that I must do So don't you fear, love, don't shed a tear love I'll be home to grow old with you So , Love, hold your head high I'll be home one day And underneath the blue skies In golden fields we'll play And, Love, until that sweet day When to you I do return Know that I'm a flame of pa**ion And for you I'll always burn © 2002 Burning Blue Music Words And Music by Brandon Henderson