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Tomorrow Is A Long Time

Odetta


If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasnt such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin,
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin,
Only if she was lyin by me,
Then Id lie in my bed once again.

I cant see my reflection in the waters,
I cant speak the sounds that show no pain,
I cant hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or cant remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin,
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin,
Only if she was lyin by me,
Then Id lie in my bed once again.

Theres beauty in the silver, singin river,
Theres beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true loves eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin,
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin,
Only if she was lyin by me,
Then Id lie in my bed once again.

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