(G)It's a lesson too (C)late for the (G)learnin'
(C)Made of (G)sand, (D)made of 9G)Sand
In the wink of an (C)eye my soul is (G)turnin'
(C)In your hand, (D)in your hand.



[Cho:]
Are you (D)going away with no(C) word of (G)farewell?
Will there (C)be not a (G)trace left (D)behind?
Well, I (G)could have loved you (C)better,
Didn't (G)mean to be (Em)unkind.
You (G)know that was the (D)last thing on my (G)mind.

You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'.
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'.
Please don't go, please don't go.

[Cho:]

As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumblin',
Round and round, round and round.
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin',
Underground, underground.

[Cho:]

As I lie in my bed in the mornin',
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a bornin',
Without you, without you.


Lyrics by Tom Paxton