Buffy Sainte-Marie - Sometimes when i get to thinkin

^ASometimes I recall what ^Eothers have ^Asaid Love is for lovers in ^Dlove and full ^Agrown, Life's for the ^Dliving and death's for the ^Edead, And the ^Ddepth of a ^Aheart is a ^Efathom un^Aknown.

Some^Atimes when I get to ^Ethinking about ^Ayou, And all the things that ^Dwe've never ^Asaid To each other, it s^Deems such a shame to go ^Eblue When there's ^Dso many ^Ayears to lie ^Esilent and ^Adead.

^AI know, you know, ^Eall about ^Alife. You know, I know, ^Dnothing at ^Aall. Still why ^Dshould I know daily ^Estrife When the ^Dtouch of your ^Ahand makes me ^Eglad I'm so ^Asmall.

^ATime brings us trouble as ^Edays come and ^Ago. I know, you know ^DI'll under^Astand. Could yo^Du, would you suffer^E a woe, When a ^Dblink of your ^Aeye and ^EI'm at your com^Amand.

^DThink of the years before ^Awe were a ^Dpair, Years lived apart we spent ^Glearning to ^Dfarm. Sowing, ^Ggrowing and ^Bmlearning to ^Acare For our^Bmselves, and pre^Dparing for ^Aeach other's ^Darms^E.

^ALove is a flower, blooms ^Ewhen we're too ^Ayoung; Pluck it, it's gone, ^Dtended it ^Agrows. We've been tending since the ^Dfirst sprout was ^Esprung To the ^Dmost patient ^Afarmer, the ^Ebest harvest ^Agoes.

^ASometimes I recall what ^Eothers have ^Asaid Love is for lovers in ^Dlove and full ^Agrown, Life's for the ^Dliving and death's for the ^Edead, And the ^Ddepth of a ^Aheart is a ^Efathom un^Aknown. ^{A E A}