[00:00.000] 作词 : Tom Paxton
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tom Paxton
[00:04.000]It's a lesson too late for the learning
[00:10.300]Made of sand, made of sand
[00:17.200]In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
[00:21.000]In your hand, in your hand
[00:27.500]Are you going away with no word of farewell
[00:34.500]Will there be not a trace left behind
[00:39.200]Wel, I could have loved you bette. Didn't mean to be unkind
[00:45.500]You know that was the last thing on my mind
[00:52.300]You've got reasons a plenty for going
[00:58.000]This I know, this I know
[01:03.600]For the weeds have been steadily growing
[01:09.000]Please don't go, please don't go
[01:15.000]Are you going away with no word of farewell
[01:21.000]Will there be not a trace left behind
[01:27.000]Well, I could have loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind
[01:33.000]You know that was the last thing on my mind
[02:03.000]As I lie in my bed in the morning
[02:08.200]Without you, without you
[02:14.000]Each song in my breast dies aborning
[02:20.000]Without you, without you
[02:26.000]Are you going away with no word of farewell
[02:28.000]Well, I could have loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind
[02:32.400]Will there be not a trace left behind
[02:44.000]You know that was the last thing on my mind
[02:50.000]That was the last thing on my mind

作词 : Tom Paxton
作曲 : Tom Paxton
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
Wel, I could have loved you bette. 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
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
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 dies aborning
Without you, without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Well, I could have loved you better. Didn't mean to be unkind
Will there be not a trace left behind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
That was the last thing on my mind