Tomorrows by Simon Bridges After this day has darkened and gone And I wake to the rest of my life I shall think of the times and the places we saw When we were husband and wife. And I know I shall visit those places we loved And walk by the field and the sea Where you and I spent our happiest hours And somehow you’ll be there with me. If I go through the woods to the top of the hill Or run barefoot over the sand I shall hear your voice in the wind, my love, And feel the touch of your hand. And people who see me on my own As they pass me on the track Might wonder why, if I’m really alone, I pause sometimes and look back. To where the roadside trees are blurred By the early evening mist; I’ll be waiting for you to catch up, my love, From where you’ve stopped to rest. And though people will find many ways to be kind They will never understand How I hear your voice in the sigh of the wind And feel the touch of your hand.