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