Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Chris Hillman
Dylan
If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
I can't see my reflection in the waters
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
And I can't remember the sound of my own name
Ah, but only if my own true love were waitin'
I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she were lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
Instrumental (Mandolin)
There's beauty in the silver, singin' river
There's beauty in the sunlight in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes
Ah, but only if my own true love were waitin'
I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she were lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
Ah, but only if my own true love were waitin'
I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she were lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again