Your initials on the singles

That you chose to leave behind

Sit in my collection

They get played from time to time Left to remind me of something I'd forgot

The images of loving before I lost the plot

What was love to us, just sensation

What was love to us, the invitation To sit on my bed, stand by a tree

What were we feeling? What was love to us? The stagecoach would get held up

On a Sunday afternoon

We're dozing by the TV

On a sofa with no room No room to lay out flat

With her there by my side

One eye on her movements

One eye on Rawhide I just wasn't made for these times

Spun around my record deck

How green was my valley

How blue the eyes that wept Looking back, I don't think

That I really cared

This was my first lesson

With nothing to compare