That you chose to leave behind
Sit in my collection
They get played from time to time
Left to remind me of something I'd forgot
The images of loving before I lost the plot
What was love to us
Just sensation
What was love to us
The invitation
To sit on my bed stand by a tree
What were we feeling
What was love to us
The stagecoach would get held up
On a Sunday afternoon
We're dozing by the TV
On a sofa with no room
No room to lay out flat with her there by my side
One eye on her movements one eye on Rawhide
I just wasn't made for these times
Spun around my record deck
How green was my valley
How blue the eyes that wept
Looking back I don't think that I really cared
This was my first lesson with nothing to compare


