SIX MONTHS WITHOUT YOU

Dutch chanson, cinematic chanson ballad, 70s soul

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(Spoken intro)
Six months today, my darling,
six months since you went away.
The world kept turning on without you,
but mine stopped on that day.

I thought that time would heal me,
I thought the pain would fade.
But every day without you
makes the emptiness more plain.

I miss your voice, I miss your hands,
I miss the little things.
The morning words, the evening kiss,
the life that living brings.

I miss the woman beside me,
I miss the life we knew.
I miss the thousand ordinary days
I never knew I’d lose.

Six months without you,
and I miss you more each day.
I never knew a heart could hurt
in such a helpless way.
Six months without you,
and still I cannot understand
how someone who was all my life
can no longer hold my hand.

I don’t just miss the years behind us,
I miss the years ahead.
The growing old together,
the words we never said.

The garden and the quiet nights,
the meals, the walks, the rain,
the silly little things we shared
I’d give my world to have again.

We were never perfect, darling,
we were simply real.
Two wounded hearts, two stubborn souls,
who learned to love and heal.

And fifty-one years married,
fifty-four years side by side—
how can a life that long together
end with one goodbye?

Six months without you,
and I miss you more each day.
I thought that time would teach me
how to live with you away.
But time has only shown me
what your presence meant to me:
the bigger grows the silence
where your voice used to be.

I still say, “Good morning, darling.”
I still say, “I’ll be back.”
I still say, “Sleep well, my vrouwtje,”
though there’s no answer back.

And maybe that is loving you:
to carry what remains.
To walk the road you cannot walk,
through sunshine and through rain.

Six months without you…
God, I never knew it would hurt this much.
Six months without you…
and I still reach out for your touch.
I cannot bring you back to me,
I cannot change what’s done.
But I will carry you until
my own last day is gone.

Six months today, my darling.

Six months without you.

And I love you still.

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(Spoken text) (Spoken intro) Six months today, my darling, six months since you went away. The world kept turning on without you, but mine stopped on that day. I thought that time would heal me, I thought the pain would fade. But every day without you makes the emptiness more plain. I miss your voice, I miss your hands, I miss the little things. The morning words, the evening kiss, the life that living brings. I miss the woman beside me, I miss the life we knew. I miss the thousand ordinary days I never knew I’d lose. Six months without you, and I miss you more each day. I never knew a heart could hurt in such a helpless way. Six months without you, and still I cannot understand how someone who was all my life can no longer hold my hand. I don’t just miss the years behind us, I miss the years ahead. The growing old together, the words we never said. The garden and the quiet nights, the meals, the walks, the rain, the silly little things we shared I’d give my world to have again. We were never perfect, darling, we were simply real. Two wounded hearts, two stubborn souls, who learned to love and heal. And fifty-one years married, fifty-four years side by side— how can a life that long together end with one goodbye? Six months without you, and I miss you more each day. I thought that time would teach me how to live with you away. But time has only shown me what your presence meant to me: the bigger grows the silence where your voice used to be. I still say, “Good morning, darling.” I still say, “I’ll be back.” I still say, “Sleep well, my vrouwtje,” though there’s no answer back. And maybe that is loving you: to carry what remains. To walk the road you cannot walk, through sunshine and through rain. Six months without you… God, I never knew it would hurt this much. Six months without you… and I still reach out for your touch. I cannot bring you back to me, I cannot change what’s done. But I will carry you until my own last day is gone. Six months today, my darling. Six months without you. And I love you still.

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