If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail;
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all;
Yes and only if my own true love was waitin'
Yes and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she was lyin' by me - then I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the waters;
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain;
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps;
Or can't remember the sound of my own name;
Yes and only ...
There's beauty in the silver, singin' river;
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky;
But none of these, and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes;
Yes and only ...