If today was not a crooked highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding Yes, and only if she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again...
I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or can't remember the sound of my own name Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding Yes, and only if she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again...
There's beauty in that silver, singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding Yes, and only if she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again...