who am i to sing a love song i hold myself away listen to the sound of a house running well all houses are the same and all the sadness in your heart won t bring me back to you doesn t it make you wonder how a love so easily made could shy beneath november s harvest moon dark in a stranger s open kitchen i stripped you to your bare feet oh i look so foolish now thinking of every thing that i did tell me i was pretty at the time i m afraid for you to hear me say these words it s the same with everyone that i hurt but i will try to remember how you wandered away to follow some long echo of a bird but all the sadness in your lonesome countryside won t bring me back to life trust me you don t want me around i m too always fond of leaving i m too fond of always leaving you you don t know how much i loved you