If today were not an endless highway
if tonight were not a crooked trail
if tomorrow wasn't such a long time
then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
and if i could hear her heart a softly pounding
and only if she were lying by me
and i lie in my bed----- once again
I can't see my reflection on the water
i can't speak the sounds that know no pain
i can't hear the echo of my footsteps
can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
and if i could hear her heart a softly pounding
and only if she were lying by me
and i lie in my bed----- once again
There's beauty in the silver singing river
there's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
but none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
that i remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
and if i could hear her heart a softly pounding
and only if she were lying by me
and i lie in my bed----- once again