(Jimmie Rodgers) If time were not a moving thing And I could make it stay This love we shared Would always be There'd be no coming day No morning light above To make me realise our love Is over And now you walk away from me And there's no place to put my hand Except to shade my eyes Against the sun that comes to warm the land I watch you walk away somehow I have to let you go now It's over It's too late to tell you how I feel Our love was real And yet, there are so many times That people have to love and then forget Though there might have been a way I have to force myself to say It's over And so I walk away and turn my collar to the wind I walk along in silence trying not to think at all I put my feet before me Walk the silent street before me It's over If time were not a moving thing And I could make it stay This love we shared would always be There'd be no coming day No morning light above To make me realise our love Is over It's over It's over It's over
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