Those same lovin' hearts that I met
This foolish heart that let me part
From those sweet, tender lips I long to kiss
I hear the ticking of the clock
As it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that whole rustic day
While the curtain and the window
In memory, I still can see
New arms that once held me tight
Oh, how I'd miss a tender kiss
From those loving lips that I'd kiss goodbye
I hear the ticking of the clock
as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
I can hear it beg me wait
Pile the curtain in the window,
Pile the curtain in the window,
