Too Busy Loving You

I was too busy loving you To ever notice the signs.... The ice forming on the river, The snow gathering in the pines So busy was I loving you, I didn't notice the smoke, The fire had burned out long ago, There are no embers left to stoke And then there was that lovely rose You and I planted in the Spring, While I was busy loving you I failed to see it withering To our garden, without warning, Came a killing frost one night, Too busy was I loving you To foresee the approaching blight Now my tears frost the window pane, The ice keeps you from my view, How could I not see this coming! I was too busy loving you