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.
[Chorus:]
Are you going Away With No word of farewell?
Will There Be not a trace left behind?
Well, I Could Have Loved You Better,
Did not Mean To Be unkind.
You Know That Was The Last Thing On My Mind.
[...]
Made of sand, made of sand
In the Wink of an eye my soul IS turnin '
In your hand, in your hand.
[Chorus:]
Are you going Away With No word of farewell?
Will There Be not a trace left behind?
Well, I Could Have Loved You Better,
Did not Mean To Be unkind.
You Know That Was The Last Thing On My Mind.
[...]
Song Tom Paxton, a melody similar to that of the traditional ballad of the British Isles " Leaving of Liverpool The Last Thing On My Mind "was sung beautifully by Peter, Paul and Mary, by Dolly Parton, by Joan Baez, Johnny Cash, Neil Diamond, Hank Locklin, Anne Muray, Willie Nelson ... to name only the most famous - but also by Nana Mouskouri and Joe Dassin. If "Leaving of Liverpool" is a standard "Line Dance" well known to all clubs and groups of "Country," "The Last Thing On My Mind" gives the melody more solemnity, and in fact a true "classic "timeless and universal. ","
The theme is still that of departure, separation, misunderstanding, an echo of "Always on my Mind "on the bottom of the time lag as the fine sand in an hourglass ...
When the hourglass is turned over, it does not rise over time, unfortunately!
The Last Thoughts of my
This lesson comes too late to learn
Fine sand, fine sand
In the blink of an eye, my soul turns and s 'collapse
In your hand in your hand
[Chorus:]
Are you really going away without saying a word of farewell?
Without a memory to leave me? It
True, I could love you better
Yes, but will hurt you
It was the last of my thoughts
You have so many good reasons to go
I know that, I know this because the weeds
has continued to invade any
Do not go, do not go
[Chorus]
walked, my thoughts, in single file
Font round, make round
Under our feet, in the subway tunnel
Vibe and growls, rumbles and vibrates
[Chorus]
When I woke in my bed in the morning
alone without you, lonely without you
Each song in my throat goes alone without
toi, seul sans toi
[Refrain]
Traduction – Adaptation : Polyphrène
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