It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, dear, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning

In your hand, dear, in your hand

Are you going away with no word of farewell?

Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better
I 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, dear, this I know
For 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?

I could have loved you better
I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind


As I lay in the bed every morning
Without you, dear, without you

Every song in my breast dies aborning
Without you, without you


Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better

I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind