I heard the front door, closing softly,
As I wakened, from my sleep;
With the last touch, of her lips, lord,
Like a whisper, on my cheek;
And I cursed the sun for risin',
cause the worst, lord, was yet to come;
cause this morning, she's just leavin',
But, come sundown, she'll be gone.
(verse 2)
And it hurts to know it's over,
For the hurt, lord, has just begun.
'cause this morning, she's just leavin',
But, come sundown, she'll be gone.