(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 goin' away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind?

Well I should 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 weeds have been steadily growin'

Please don't go, please don't go.



Are you goin' 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

You know that was the last thing on my mind.



As I lie in my bed in the mornin'

Without you, without you

Each song in my breast dies of bornin'

Without you, without you



Are you goin' away with no word of farewell

Will there be not a trace left behind?

Well I should have loved you better,

Didn't mean to be unkind

You know that was the last thing on my mind.