I moved you pictures. From my wall. And I replaced them. Both large and small. . And each new day. Finds me so blue. Nothing. Takes the place of you. . I read your letters. One by one. And
(C. W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,. And everything's white. I sit by the window,. And remember another night. When Mama played the organ,. And we
