If today were not an endless highway If tonight were not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all Yes only if my own true love were waiting And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding And only if she were lying by me And I lie in my bed----- once again I can't see my reflection on the water I can't speak the sounds that know no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Can't remember the sound of my own name. Yes only if my own true love were waiting And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding And only if she were lying by me And I lie in my bed----- once again There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes. Yes only if my own true love were waiting And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding And only if she were lying by me And I lie in my bed----- once again