Malvina Reynolds — I Wish You Were Here

I wish you were here to get underfoot I wish you were here to get in my way To call me from work, to call me to play I wish you were here again Oh what did I do that had to be done And what did I read that had to be read When I might have turned to watch you instead I wish you were here again The monuments rise, the monuments fall The papers are signed and turn into chaff But I can recall the sound of your laugh I wish you were here again I wish you were here to get underfoot I wish you were here to get in my way To call me from work, to call me to play I wish you were here again