LEAVING

    
THE MORNIN' CHILL IS IN THE AIR,
AND THE SKY IS TURNIN' BLUE.
THE SUN HAS NOT YET SHOWN IT'S FACE,
AND THE GRASS IS WET WITH DEW.

I'LL PACK AND LEAVE BEFORE YOU RISE,
AND I WILL FLY AWAY.
THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO GO,
AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN SAY.

I'VE TRIED SO MANY TIMES BEFORE,
TO TELL YOU HOW I LIVE.
I GUESS YOU'VE TRIED TO UNDERSTAND,
AND I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE.

I WISH THAT I COULD SAY FAREWELL,
BUT IT HURTS ME TO SEE YOU CRY.
SO I'D SAY THE WORDS YOU WANT TO HEAR,
AND I'D NEVER SAY GOODBYE.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE TO LEAVE,
BUT NOW BEFORE I GO.
I'LL WRITE THESE WORDS FOR YOU TO READ,
'CAUSE I WANTED YOU TO KNOW.
I DON'T  THINK I HAVE LOVED ANYONE,
THE WAY THAT I LOVED YOU.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO SHARE YOUR LIFE,
BUT NOT ENOUGH TO STAY TRUE.

THE MORNIN' CHILL IS IN THE AIR,
AND THE SKY IS TURNIN' BLUE.
THE SUN HAS NOT YET SHOWN IT'S FACE,
AND THE GRASS IS WET WITH DEW.