The Last Thing On My Mind

(альбом: Come The Day - 1966)

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?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind;
Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind.
You had reasons a-plenty for going,
This I know, this I know.
And 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?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind;
Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I lie in my bed in the morning,
Without you, without you,
Every song in my heart dies a-borning,
Without you, without you.

Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind;
Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind.

Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind.