Bill Anderson Wish You Were Here
WISH YOU WERE HERE
Writers Bill Anderson, Skip Ewing, Debbie Moore
RECORDED BY MARK WILLS
They kissed goodbye at the terminal gate.
She said: "You're gonna be late if you don't go."
He held her tight, said: "I'll be alright.
"And I'll call you tonight to let you know."
He bought a postcard, on the front it just said: "Heaven,"
With a picture of the ocean and the beach.
And the simple words he wrote her, said he loved her and they told her,
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach.
Wish you were here.
Wish you could see this place.
Wish you were near.
Wish I could touch your face.
The weather's nice, it's paradise.
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know.
They say: "Hello."
"I miss you so.
"Wish you were here."
She got a call that night but it wasn't from him.
It didn't sink in right away: "Ma'am the plane went down.
"Our crews have searched the ground,
"No survivors found," she heard him say.
But somehow she got a postcard in the mail that just said: "Heaven,"
With a picture of the ocean and the beach.
And the simple words he wrote her, said he loved her and they told her,
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach.
"Wish you were here.
"Wish I could touch your face.
"The weather's nice, it's paradise.
"It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know.
"They say: 'Hello.'
"I miss you so.
"Wish you were here."
"The weather's nice, it's paradise.
"It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know.
"They say: 'Hello.'
"I miss you so.
"Wish you were here."
Wish you were here.
