Lyricist : Tom Paxton

Composer : Tom Paxton

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'

Made of sand, made of sand

In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'

In your hand, in your hand.

Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

Well, 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 goin'

This I know, this I know.

For the ****s have been steadily growin'

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

Well, I could have loved you better

Didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'

Without you, without you.

Every song in my breast lies a bornin'

Without you, without you.

Are you going away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind

Well, I could have loved you better

Didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.

That was the last thing