The Last Thing On My Mind The New Journeymen

It's 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
Could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
That was the last thing on my mind

You have reason of plenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the leaves have been steadily a-growing
Please don't go, please don't go

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there bе not a trace left behind
Could havе loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
That was the last thing on my mind

Oh, are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
That was the last thing on my mind
That was the last thing on my mind