With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill

How can you ever sleep a wink at night, Pretending that everything is alright, Never in my life have I seen someone On and on and on and on it goes, You're the rotted root in the family tree. We're taught unconditional love, That blood is thicker than

Take me down, down to where we start Storm rolled in to our surprise It doesn't rain under the tall trees You were my love, you were my tree You would always protect me It's easier to take a heart than to let your own by taken I love that little smile