I See You

When I see a lot of things, I still see Irma (my mother). The plant and animal kingdoms were her favorite places. No surprise, growing up an only child on a rural Minnesota farm. We still walk those woods and feel her there.

When Minnesota’s covered clean and white
I still see you, I still see you
When a summer rain is whispering in the night
I still see you, I still see you
When a tulip breaks through the ground
When a birch tree’s leaves come down
When a whippoorwill makes that sound
I see you

Somewhere there is a girl with golden hair
With all her animals around her there
Alone out in the trees, she says a prayer
I see you

When a lilac bush is a heavy purple hue
I still see you, I still see you
When a flower grows where a flower never grew
I still see you, I still see you
When the corn is green and high
When a sunset is a red and yellow sky
When I have tears and I don’t know why
I see you

© by James Hersch/Whitewater Music