Tom Paxton
It`s a lesson too late for the learnin`, made of sand, made of sand.
In a wink of an eye my soul is turnin` in your hand, in your hand.
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Are you goin` away with no word of fare well; will there be not a trace left behind?
I could`ve loved you better. Didn`t mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I lie in my bed ev`ry mornin` without you, without you.
Each song in my heart dies a-bornin` without you, without you.
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You`ve got reason a-plenty for leavin`. This I know. This I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin`. Please, don`t go. Aw, please, don`t go.
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(Oh, yeah, I) could have loved you better. Didn`t mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.