I hate to go to San Francisco, or Sacramento, or Visalia, or even Bonneville, for only a day, just because you aren't there, in any of those places, and I just rush what I've got to do so as I can get back here.

While you were away that Christmas time, why, I was as lonesome as--oh, you don't know anything about it.

I just scratched off the days on the calendar every night, one by one, till you got back.
And it just comes to this, I want you with me all the time.

I want you should have a home that's my home, too.

I want to take care of you, and have you all for myself, you understand.