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
