Withered On The Vine

(álbum: The Impossible Bird - 1994)

I once had a true love
I thought it would last
How could I know
That it would go so fast
A love like a holiday
Tender and kind
And I let it whither on the vine

Where did it run to
Where did it go
How could I let it
Slip through my fingers so
For it was a real love
And rare and fine
And I let it whither on the vine

But the hardest pill
To swallow is still
Not the reason for your leaving
But the way I let it happen
Now I'm counting the cost
Of the loss of what was once mine
That I let whither on the vine

I once had a true love
I thought it would last
How could I know
That it would go so fast
A love like a holiday
Tender and kind
And I let it whither on the vine