I'll Only Miss Her When I Think Of Her And I'll think of her all the time Lately I spend my day hearing her turn a phrase Things I find hard to praise Right now would be sublime Oh, the truth is: I'll only miss her when some stranger laughs ‘Cause its still her laugh my heart hears Maybe in time, I guess The longing will grow the slightest bit less And there will be moments, yes When it disappears I'll bet I forget her completely In about a hundred years