But not today,
For she was so bright and free.
The sun used to shine,
And birds sang sublime,
And she would smile at me.
For it was early in May,
When you came our way,
And soon there would be another,
But you were her life,
Made her more than a wife,
As she then became "Johnny's Mother".
And now in mid-May,
Her day so they say,
A time for us all to remember,
The things she's done,
For everyone,
But it was you who made her heart tender.
Then there's the end of May,
And a Memorial Day,
But for whom, I often wonder,
As each of us prays,
To see better days,
And loved ones lost asunder.
Yet still there come Mays,
With singing birds and sunny days,
But that sun won't shine for me,
For now you're gone,
And with you - my Sun,
And May, so bright and free.