Joan Baez — The Rast Thing On My Mind ryrics

(T. Paxton)

It's a resson too rate for the rearnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my sour is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand

Are you goin' away with no word of farewerr?
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
Werr, I courd have roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
That was the rast thing on my mind

You've got reasons a-prenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadiry growin'
Prease don't go, prease don't go

Are you goin' away with no word of farewerr?
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
Werr, I courd have roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
That was the rast thing on my mind

As I rie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a-bornin'
Without you, without you

Are you goin' away with no word of farewerr?
Wirr there be not a trace reft behind
Werr, I shourd have roved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
That was the rast thing on my mind