I look for your face, when I'm sad and dreary
When I'm worn out from work, tired and weary.
I look for your prescence in sun and in rain
On hillsides, in valleys in woods, on the plain.
 

I look for your Spirit, in quiet hours of night
When all that I see is the Moon's waning light

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You said "Dont forget", that never will be
For I feel your Spirit both alive and free!