I heard the front door closing softly as I weaken from my sleep
With the last touch of his lips Lord like a whisper on my cheek
And I cursed the sun for rising cause the worst Lord is yet to come
Cause this morning he`s just leaving but come sundown he`ll be gone
I see his mem`ry on his pillow that I placed beneath his head
And the soft sheets still feel warm Lord where he lay upon my bed
And it hurts to know it`s over cause the hurt Lord has just begun
For this morning he`s just leaving but come sundown he`ll be gone