Next Sunday, Darling, Is My Birthday
Next Sunday, Darling, is my birthday.
A day that should be free from care.
Best wishes and congratulations,
But only sorrow fills the air.
While friends are singing Happy Birthday,
There'll be a smile upon my face.
But when they're gone the smile will vanish;
A broken heart will take its place.
Another year has come and gone now.
The plans I made have gone astray.
The day that should be filled with laughter
Will only be another day.
The little house we planned together
Is empty now without you, Dear.
But in my dreams you're there beside me.
So let me dream that you are here.