If today were not an endless highway

If tonight were not a crooked trail

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

Yes only if my own true love were waiting

And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding

And only if she were lying by me

And I lie in my bed----- once again

I can't see my reflection on the water

I can't speak the sounds that know no pain

I can't hear the echo of my footsteps

Can't remember the sound of my own name.

Yes only if my own true love were waiting

And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding

And only if she were lying by me

And I lie in my bed----- once again

There's beauty in the silver singing river

There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty

That I remember in my true love's eyes.

Yes only if my own true love were waiting

And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding

And only if she were lying by me

And I lie in my bed----- once again