(Tom Paxton)
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind.
You've have reasons a-plenty for the goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go.
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I walked along the street, alone this mornin'
Without you, without you
Every hope in my hreart died of mornin'
Without you, without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind.
Don't you know that was the last thing on my mind...
