Jessie, come home, There's a hole in the bed, Where we slept. Now it's growing cold. Hey, Jessie, your face, And the place where we lay, By the hearth, all apart. It hangs on my heart. And I'm keeping the light on the stairs. No, I'm not scared, I wait for you. Hey, Jessie, it's lonely, come home.
Jessie, the floors and the boards, are recalling your steps, And I remember, too. All the pictures are fading, And shading in gray. But I still set a place On the table at noon. And I'm keeping the light on the stairs, No, I'm not scared, I wait for you. Hey, Jessie, it's lonely, come home.
Jessie, the spread on the bed Is like when you left. And I've kept it for you, All the blues and the greens, Have been recently cleaned. And are seemingly new. Hey, Jess, me and you.... And we'll swaddle the light on the stair. We'll fix up my hair. And sleep unaware. Hey, Jessie, I'm lonely, come home.