The lonesome sigh of a train goin' by. Makes me want to stop and cry. I recall the day, it took you away. I'm blue, I'm lonesome too. . When I hear that whistle blow.
I'll meet you in the morning by the bright riverside. When all sorrow has drifted away. I'll be standin' at the portals when the gates open wide. At the close of life's long weary day.
On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin'. They're ringin' for you and for me. Let's all kneel down at the altar. And pray that our souls might be free.
1. Tonight I'm sad, my heart is weary,. Wond'ring if I'm wrong or right,. To think about you, though you left me,. I wonder where you are tonight.. . cho: The rain is cold and slowly falling,.
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free. I wish I could break all the chains holding me. I wish I could say all the things that I should say. Say 'em loud, say 'em clear for the whole round world to hear.
I left my old home in the mountains. And the only friends I ever had. And while I rambled this world over. My heart felt so lonely and sad. . I'm going back to the old home.
A policeman's whistle gayly, a smile upon his face. As he walked along the old familiar beat. He saw a little bay crying and thought his heart would break.
I'm begging to you and I want to go with you. You're breaking my heart as you say goodbye. I hope and I pray we'll soon be together. My heart is so full, it's hard not to cry.
I saw the light, I saw the light. No more darkness, no more night. Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight. Praise the Lord, I saw the light. . I wandered so aimless I filled with sin.
The day's are so lonely the night are so long. Our home is a prison since you are gone. And I'll always wonder why our love didn't last. With no hope for tomorrow I'll live in the past.
I hear a voice calling. It must be our Lord (it must be our Lord). Its coming from heaven on high. I hear a voice calling. I've gained a reward (I've gained a reward).
Our little girl taken sick one evening. As she walked home from school. And in her death bed soon bring her. It made us so sad and so blue. . Then she called me close to her bedside.
While walkin' one day in the country. I saw a gatherin' crowd. And as my footsteps drew me closer. I could smell the sweet fragrance of flowers. . It look like a family reunion.
Oh you said that you loved me that your heart would be true. But now you've gone and left me, I'm so blue. I believed in you darling that your heart would be true.
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Traveling through this wearisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not not made by hand. .
I'M NOT THAT GOOD AT GOODBYE. Writer Don Williams, Bob McDill. Copyright 1973. . I don't want to talk it over one more time. No there's not much use in talkin'. If you've made up your mind.
I'll share my world with you everything that I own. My earthly possessions there's no good if I'm alone. Let me bring you the sunshine when it's fresh with morning dew.
Accidentally, in your arms. And that's all it took. Knowing how you want and need me. With just one look. . To leave you, now. Is something you should know, that I can't do.
Today I sat alone at the window and I watched our little girl outside at play. With the little boy next door like so many times before. But something didn't seem quite right today.
I don't believe I'll fall in love today. Old memories of you stand in the way. I just can't make my heart find someone new. It's always much too busy with the blues.