Из альбома: The Vanguard History of American Folk Music
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In a wink of an eye my soul is burnin'
In your hand, in your hand
(chorus)
Are you goin' away with no words off farewell
Can there be another trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know, that was the last thing on my mind
(break)
You got reasond a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please dont' go, please don't go
(chorus)
(break)
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a-bornin'
Without you, without you
(chorus)
Yes, that was the last thing on my mind