Homesick, That's All

I miss the thrill of grammar school romances I miss the junior crowd and graduation dancing The gossip in assembly hall I'm home to say that's all I miss the game that hangs around at Miller Devouring chocolate soda with those whipped cream fillers.

The girl I promised I would call I miss the midnight services on Christmas Eve And the joyousness morning came I missed the scramble for the wishbone every Sunday And the big thanksgiving football game I missed the times I had this at the table I miss the rose my mother made

Baby, the fragrant bonfires in the fall That's only the times at the table I miss the rose my mother made The fragrant bonfires in the fall