Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
Chris Thile
For many years I've been a rolling stone, my darling
Like a gypsy I have roamed from place to place
Fortune never came for me, Lord, how happy I would be
Just to look again upon your smiling face
If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
Would your eyes be filled with love's own tender light?
Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me here?
Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
When budding flowers lend their fragrance to the springtime
I recall the roses twining 'round your door
Fancy then I homeward stay as I seem to hear you say
That you love me as you did in days of yore
If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
Would your eyes be filled with love's own tender light?
Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me here?
Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
Last night I dreamed that you and I were back together
And I held your hand so gently in my own
I heard you say we'd never part as I pressed you to my heart
And I woke up again to find myself alone
If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
Would your eyes be filled with love's own tender light?
Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me here?
Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
If I should wander back tonight would you be waiting?
Would your eyes be filled with love's own tender light?
Would your arms be empty, dear, would you thrill to find me near?
Would you love me if I wandered back tonight?
Oh, would you love me if I wandered back tonight?