The Last Thing On My Mind                         
(Tom Paxton)                                      
                                                  
It's a lesson too late for the learning, Made of  
sand, made of sand. In the wink of an eye my      
soul is turning, 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, didn't mean to be           
    unkind, You know, that was the last           
    thing on my mind.                             
                                                  
As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling,        
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round. Underneath  
our feet the subway's rumbling, Underground,      
underground.                                      
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
You've got reasons a-plenty for going, This I     
know, this I know. For the weeds have been        
steadily growing, Please don't go , please        
don't go.                                         
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
As I lie in my bed every morning, Without you,    
without you, Each song in my breast dies          
a-borning, Without you, without you.              
                                                  
[chorus]