Afraid to tell you how much I care. Afraid I'll need you. And you won't be there. I'd love to take you into my heart. But something tells me. We would only part.
I remember when I made you cry. Ages and ages ago. I'll never blame you for our last goodbye. Ages and ages ago. . Someone came along and took my place.
I talked with a stranger so sad and forlorn. His garments were sack cloth all tattered and town. He told me a story of sorrow and woe. His heart went to heaven at the first fall of snow.