There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean,

And I hate to hurt your feelings but its 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 never 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.