D G D D It's a lesson too late for the learning,A A D D made of sand, made of sand.D G D D In the wink of an eye my soul is turningA A D D In your hand, in your hand. [Refrain]A A G G Are you going away with no word of farewell,D D A A Will there be not a trace left behind?D G A F#m I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkindG G D You know that was the last thing on my mind. [Verse 2] You've got reasons aplenty for going. This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing. Please don't go, please don't go. Repeat Refrain [Verse 3] As I lie here in bed in the morning without you, without you. Every song in my breast dies a borning without you, without you.
Last Thing On My Mind
Tom Paxton
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