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Last Thing On My Mind Written by - Tom Paxton A lesson too late for the learning Made of sand Made of sand In the wink of an eye My soul is turning In your hand 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 Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You've got reasons of plenty for going This I know, Lord This I know For the weeds have been steadily a growing Please don't go Please don't go As I lie in my bed in the morning Without you Without you Each song in my breast dies a borning Without you, Lord Without you Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? Oh, oh, I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind ©Harmony Music |