There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've known. And I miss her. But it all seems so strange to see, That she'd never turn her back on me And leave without a last goodbye. And if she winds up walking the streets, Loving every other man she meets Who'll be the one to answer why? Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me. And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand. And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl. Maybe someday soon, somewhere.