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Words and Music by :
Tom Paxton
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Recorded by Harry
Belafonte: Recording date: 1967 Playing time: 3:47 LP : LSP3779, CL42216, Tape: TP3-5032 |
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Lyrics: It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Well I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You've got reasons a-plenty for going This I know, this I know But the weeds have been steadily growing 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 Well I could have 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 in the morning Without you, without you Each song in my breast lies a borning Without you, without you Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Well I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind |
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