Barbara Lewis — I Only Miss Him When I Think of Him

I'll only miss him when I think of him And I'll think of him all the time Likely I'll spend my days Hearing his turn of phrase Things I found hard to praise Right now would seem sublime Oh, The truth is I'll only miss him When some stranger laughs 'Cause it's still his laugh My heart hears maybe in time, I guess The longing will grow the slightest bit less And there will be moments, yes When it disappears, I'll bet I'll forget him completely In about a hundred years I'll bet I'll forget him completely In about a hundred years