if today was not a crooked highway if tonight was not a crooked trail if tomorrow wasnt such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all yes and only if my own true love was waiting and if i could hear her heart a softly pounding yes and only if she was lying by me then id lie in my bed once again i cant see my reflection in the waters i cant speak the sounds that show no pain i cant hear the echo of my footsteps or cant remember the sound of my own name yes and only if my own true love was waiting and if i could hear her heart a softly pounding yes and only if she was lying by me then id lie in my bed once again theres beauty in that silver singing river theres beauty in the sunrise in the sky but none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty that i remember in my true loves eyes yes and only if my own true love was waiting and if i could hear her heart a softly pounding yes and only if she was lying by me then id lie in my bed once again 1