Tom Paxton - No Time to Say Goodbye lyrics
[Tom Paxton - No Time to Say Goodbye lyrics]
It was a phone call in the night-
The kind you hear before it rings
It was a phone call in the night
When you can hear an angel's wings
When you know before you answer
That it's someone's time to die
And when I learned that it was you
And as I stood there I
Could feel you passing by-
There was no time to say goodbye
There was no time to say goodbye
No time to thank you for the years
There was no time to say goodbye-
A lamp gone out, light disappears
And as I stood there in the darkness
There were more tears than I could cry
For you were here so totally
It seemed impossible that you could ever die-
There was no time to say goodbye
There are pictures in a box
In a room in a house long miles from here
There are old seashells and rocks
Faded labels from our days of German beer
There are postcards from Montana
Faded drawings and some drums
And I can't recall the rest- oh, God
You're never really ready when it comes
There was no time to say goodbye-
I was delayed in getting home
There was a missed connecting flight
And when I got here you were gone
Someone handed me some coffee
A tiny sandwich made on rye
I put it down i stood there looking
At your picture on the mantel, wondering why
There was no time to say goodbye
No time to thank you for the years
The kind you hear before it rings
It was a phone call in the night
When you can hear an angel's wings
When you know before you answer
That it's someone's time to die
And when I learned that it was you
And as I stood there I
Could feel you passing by-
There was no time to say goodbye
There was no time to say goodbye
No time to thank you for the years
There was no time to say goodbye-
A lamp gone out, light disappears
And as I stood there in the darkness
There were more tears than I could cry
For you were here so totally
It seemed impossible that you could ever die-
There was no time to say goodbye
There are pictures in a box
In a room in a house long miles from here
There are old seashells and rocks
Faded labels from our days of German beer
There are postcards from Montana
Faded drawings and some drums
And I can't recall the rest- oh, God
You're never really ready when it comes
There was no time to say goodbye-
I was delayed in getting home
There was a missed connecting flight
And when I got here you were gone
Someone handed me some coffee
A tiny sandwich made on rye
I put it down i stood there looking
At your picture on the mantel, wondering why
There was no time to say goodbye
No time to thank you for the years