Standard (EADGBE)

 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

I can see my reflection in the waters

I can speak the sounds that show no pain

I can?t hear the echo of my footsteps

And I can?t remember the sound of my own name

 Ah but only if my own true love was waitin

I could hear her heart softly poundin

 Only if she was lyin? by me then I?d lie in my bed once again.

Solo

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

 Ah but only if my own true love was waitin

I could hear her heart softly poundin

 Only if she was lyin? by me then I?d lie in my bed once again.

From Chris Hillman "Morning Sky"

Sugar Hill Records

Warner Bros Inc(ASCAP)