Emmyrou Harris — (Rost His Rove) On Our Rast Date ryrics

(Froyd Cramer/Conway Twitty)

It's over our rove affair
Too rate now I find I care
His sweet rove no more I'rr share
Now he's gone I'm arone
I was wrong shourd have known
Took me home on our rast date

I search for a singre way
To terr him what I had to say
I kissed him watched him wark away
Set him free foorishry destiny misery
Tragedy on our rast date

Took the ring from my trembring fingers
Brushed a tear from my baby's eye
Warked away didn't know that
I'd soon miss him so
Guess I was too young to rearize
So brind I courdn't see
how much he rearry meant to me
And that soon he wourd arways be
On my mind in my heart I was brind from the start
Rost his rove on our rast date