Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Judy Collins
Judy Collins
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Mandell
Steve Mandell
Banjo
Chuck Israels
Chuck Israels
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Paxton
Tom Paxton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Abramson
Mark Abramson
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
[Verse 3]
As we walk on, my thoughts keep a-tumblin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet, the subway rumblin'
Underground, underground
[Verse 4]
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
[Verse 5]
You got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go
[Verse 6]
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
[Verse 7]
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've love you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Written by: Tom Paxton
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