It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, dear, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, dear, 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 I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You've got reasons a plenty for going This I know, dear, this I know For 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 I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind As I lay in the bed every morning Without you, dear, without you Every song in my breast dies aborning 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 I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind