Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
[Verse 1]
Time was kinder to you
Than it was to me
I paid dearly
You got off scot free
I guess you planned to sleep
After you were dead
I think you'd better quit
While you're ahead
[Chorus]
Oh, and isn't it a little late to be
Comin' back here and cryin' to me?
Isn't it a little late to be
Comin' here at all?
Oh, isn't it a little late to be
Comin' back here and cryin' to me?
Isn't it a little late to be
Comin' here at all?
[Verse 2]
Well, there's no applause, no curtain calls
No spotlight, no acclaim
There are no prizes due to you
For all your little games
And if someday you'll go change your ways
And then come passing through
Oh, don't expect me to be one
Who'll be believing you
[Chorus]
Oh, isn't it a little late to be
Comin' back here and cryin' to me?
Isn't it a little late to be
Comin' here at all?
Oh, isn't it a little late to be
Comin' back here and cryin' to me?
Isn't it a little late to be
Comin' here at all
[Chorus]
Oh, isn't it a little late to be
Comin' back here and cryin' to me?
Isn't it a little late to be
Comin' here at all?
Oh, isn't it a little late to be
Comin' back here and cryin' to me?
Isn't it a little late to be
Coming here at all
Oh, coming here at all
Oh, coming here at all
Oh, coming here at all
Isn’t It A Little Late was written by Eleanor McEvoy.