«Last thing on my mind»
Tekst: Tom Paxton Musikk: 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.
Chorus:
Are you going away with no words of farewell,
Will there be not a 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
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.
As I lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you,
Each song in my breast dies a-borning
Without you, without you.