Away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. What more can I say? I miss her when she's gone, But love when she walks away. The sway from her dress is among heaven's best. It ignites my senses and calms my restlessness. It's like a gentle breeze flows from her knees And sets all of God's creation into a rhythmic ease. In harmony and bliss fall the gaze of my eyes. I'm pleased to be teased as the tears fill my eyes. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, But the fact still remains. I miss her when she's gone, But love when she walks away. |