Sue-OnBrook | Clint Walker 
I see my darling
in each spray of summer sunlight
I see my darling
in the leaves that fall
I see her walking
in the rainy April sadness
And hear her name
in every bluebird call

I told the possum in the guntree
the racoon on the ground
Told everyone bout my darling
of the happiness I found
My heart would cry more
than the weeping willow tree
If my darling and her heart
were not for me