Cat. #1054 (MFH #751) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on March 11, 1970
VERSE 1
T'is th last thing to late for th learning
Made of sand, made of sand
Ever wink of th eye, my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand
CHORUS:
Are you goin' away with no words of farewell
Will there be, not a trace left behind
I should've loved you better
But I didn't mean t' be unkind
Tho' that was th last thing on my mind
VERSE 2
You have reasons of plenty for leavin'
This I know, this I know
An' th weeks are steadily growin'
Please don't go please don't go
VERSE 3
As I lay in my bed in th mornin'
Without you, without you
Ever song in my heart is a pinein'
Without you, without you