There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean,
And I hate to hurt your feelings but it's not the way it seems,
'Cause I miss her.
She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known.
And no one ever shared more love than we've known.
And I miss her.
But it all seems so strange to see
That she'd ever turn her back on me
And leave without a last goodbye.
And if she winds up walking the streets,
Loving every other man she meets
Who'll be the one to answer why?
Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me.
And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand.
And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand
But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl.
Maybe someday soon, somewhere.
