Letter to my Sweetheart

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Letter To My Sweetheart Lyrics © 05/11/2009 Michael J. Citak I wrote a letter to my sweetheart I told her how I really loved her so Before I knew what I was writing I told her that I really had to go. How was I suppose to know she would feel that way Or have the inclination that she would I told her that I’d write to her every day She told me that she really understood. I said please don’t cry, I’ll be back before you know it you know I’ll try. Every day I’m gone, I’ll be missing you I have your picture in my wallet, you know it’s true. So why am I here writing love songs While she’s up in heaven watching me. If I stayed in town all those years ago Would my sweetheart still be next to me. Why am I here writing love songs, Singing ‘bout the time we said goodbye Why can’t my baby be beside me, Instead of in the grave livin’ free. I left on Sunday after church that day Gave her my one last kiss goodbye Told her to watch her mailbox for me My letters wrote were surely to arrive After a year or two of no replies I wrote her mom a letter sayin’ hi, To my shock and sadness after coming home I realized a part of me had died. So why am I here writing love songs While she’s up in heaven watching me. If I stayed in town all those years ago Would my sweetheart still be next to me. Why am I here writing love songs, Singing ‘bout the time we said goodbye Why can’t my baby be beside me, Instead of in the grave livin’ free. I wrote a letter to my sweetheart Every day while I was oversees Told about the battles raging over me The sights of them I’m glad she didn’t see. In her mama’s letter written back to me I fought through tears as I remembered this That Sunday afternoon never felt so right With that last one longing kiss goodbye. I said please don’t cry, I’ll be back before you know it you know I’ll try. Every day I’m gone, I’ll be missing you I have your picture in my wallet, you know it’s true. So why am I here writing love songs While she’s up in heaven watching me. If I stayed in town all those years ago Would my sweetheart still be next to me. Why am I here writing love songs, Singing ‘bout the time we said goodbye Why can’t my baby be beside me, Instead of in the grave livin’ free. I wrote a letter to my sweetheart Every day while I was oversees.