I wish you were here, my dear, I wish you were here. I wish you sat on the sofa and I sat near. I wish you were here, my dear, I wish you were here. I wish we were in my car, and you′d shift the gear. the handkerchief could be yours, the tear could be mine, chin-bound. Though it could be, of course, the other way around. I wish you were here, my dear, I wish you were here. I wish I knew no astronomy when stars appear, when the moon skims the water that sighs and shifts in its slumber. I wish it were still a quarter to dial your number. It′s evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What′s the point of forgetting If it′s followed by dying?