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Spoken: We would like to sing a song from America this time.
It tells the story of a young man that's leaving his loved one.
It's a lesson too late for the learning,
Made of sand, made of sand;
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning,
In your hand, in your hand.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
You had plenty of reasons for goin',
This I know, this I know;
Well, the weeds have been steadily growin',
Please don't go, please don't go.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
In my head all my thoughts are a tumblin',
'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round;
And beneath my feet the subway is a rumblin',
Underground, underground.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I lie in my bed in the mornin',
Without you, without you;
Every flame in my heart dies a mournin',
Without you, without you.
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
Well you know that was the last thing on my mind.
Written in the early 1960s, and first recorded in 1964 by Tom Paxton as The Last Thing On My Mind, this song has since been recorded by well over fifty popular artists. Porter Wagoner and Dolly Parton's 1967 recording of the song reached the top ten on the U.S. country singles charts in December of that year. The song remains one of Paxton's best-known compositions.
Recorded live by Ryan's Fancy (An Irish Night At The Black Knight Lounge ©1971, Marathon Records).
