I'm a leavin' on the morning railroad in the drizzlin' darkness of the rain and I hear with every wheel a turning secrets sounding of your name. And your eyes will taste of the flowers your lips of the morning dew and your hair will taste of the meadow and all the world will taste of you. I can't tell the reason why I'm leaving I don't know just what I'm heading for I just know with every mile I wander I'm needing you another mile more. *chorus* Oh if you never get my letter you know your memory will stay with every song that I am singing with every word that I say. *chorus* I'll carry your picture in my pocket when times are good or times are bad and if I chance to meet another it won't take away the good times that singin' all the world will taste of you.
21 Apr 97 trent