If I am riding, I'm riding alone or I'm riding no more
And if I see through the window of the bad times to come
Then I'm riding no more
And if I am loving then I'm loving Yvonne
Or I'm loving no one
And if love isn't sacred then what have I become?
Yes I'm lovin' no one
But life isn't over til you've come and you've gone
And the withering flowers are a-rest on your stone
Gone is the reaper to his next liaison
Taking another and casting them on
Yes if I was a rich man, I wouldn't be poor
I wouldn't want anymore
And if money could kill you then I guess I live on
I wouldn't want anymore
But life isn't over til you've come and you've gone
And the withering flowers are a-rest on your stone
Gone is the reaper to his next liason
Taking another and casting them on
If I had the courage to be more of a man
You just might take my hand
And if I wasn't a coward, I'd be trusted by some
And you might take my hand
And if death wasn't certain then life might get old
They'd never bury your bones
And no one would miss you cause you'd always be there
They'd never bury your bones
But life isn't over til you've come and you've gone
And the withering flowers are a-rest on your stone
Gone is the reaper to his next liaison
Taking another and casting them on
The Devil is laughing as he drives down the road
He's taken your soul
Yes, the reason he gives you, you already know
The Devil's taken your soul
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