by Bobby Whitlock

There´s a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean,
And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems,

´Cause I miss her.

She´s the only girl I´ve cared for, the only one I´ve known.
And no one ever shared more love than we´ve known.
And I miss her.

But it all seems so strange to see,
That she´d never turn her back on me
And leave without a last goodbye.
And if she winds up walking the streets,
Loving every other man she meets
Who´ll be the one to answer why?
Lord, I hope it´s not me, it´s not me.

And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand.

And if she´s in somebody´s arms, I know I´ll understand
But I miss that girl.  I still miss that girl.

Maybe someday soon, somewhere.