it’s a lesson too late for the learnin’
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 words of farewell
will there be not a trace left behind
well i could have loved you better
i didn’t mean to be unkind
you know that was
the last thing on my mind
you got reasons aplenty for going
this i know this i know
for the weeds
have been steadily growin’
please don’t go please don’t go
are you going away
with no words of farewell
will there be not a trace left behind
well i could have loved you better
i didn’t mean to be unkind
you know that was
the last thing on my mind
Artist: Neil Diamond
Year: 1973
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 60