If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn t such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin ,
Only if she was lyin by me,
Then I d lie in my bed once again.
I can t see my reflection in the waters,
I can t speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can t hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can t remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin ,
Only if she was lyin by me,
Then I d lie in my bed once again.
There s beauty in the silver, singin river,
There s beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love s eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin ,
Only if she was lyin by me,
Then I d lie in my bed once again.
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