Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

Wrote this in 1987 and recorded it in 1992.

"Don't ask me why I'm not at home,
Don't ask me why I rarely phone.
Don't ask me why I'm never there,
When you know full well how much I care.

What the eye don't see must the heart then censure?
That's the way of misadventure,
Remember then when you're wondering whether,
How it'll be when we come together!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Distance gives affection room to breathe.
Lovers love most the more they wander,
Far away from the ones they have to leave.

There is but one who holds my heart,
Close unto hers when we're far apart.
Never you weep or wonder who,
When I only ever think of you.

And though a man may flirt and he may tease,
When she's not there to meet his needs,
When I'm away I dream of you,
All by myself in a lonely room.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Distance gives affection room to breathe.
Lovers love most the more they wander,
Far away from the ones they have to leave.

I see an oriental vision,
Come to play at passion and romance.
Farewells are an artificial schism.
A dream is ever welcome at the dance.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Distance gives affection room to breathe.
Lovers love most the more they wander,
Far away from the ones they have to leave.

Don't ask me why I'm not at home,
Don't ask me why I rarely phone,
Don't ask me why I'm never there,
When you know full well how much I care.

There is but one who holds my heart,
Close unto hers when we're far apart.
Till my return then, cease your doubts,
Let peaceful dreams be Queen of my house.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Distance gives affection room to breathe.
Lovers love most the more they wander,
Far away from the ones they have to leave."