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.
