Emmylou Harris. Sweet Old World. Zeneszám

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn't you think you were worth anything?

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
What you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one
Didn't you think anyone loved you?

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world