Lletres: Judy Collins. Paradise. Last Thing On My Mind.

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand

Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

As we walk on my thoughts keep a tumblin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subway rumblin'
Underground, underground

Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my 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

Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind