Fell in love with a poet
And the songs he sang
Made life so warm and fine
Loving him was all I did
And he filled my soul
With sweet songs all of the time
He sang of places where we'd been
Of truth, and love, and me
Then one day he wrote a song
That talked of being free
And he was gone
But the songs he sang for me made love live on
And he was gone
But the songs he sang for me made love live on
Never sure what made him go
Guess the poet had a restless kind of mind
Searching all around the sun
For a peace and truth that may never find
He sang of places where we'd been
Of truth, and love, and me
Then one day he wrote a song
That talked of being free
And he was gone
But the songs he sang for me made love live on
And he was gone
But the songs he sang for me made love live on
And he was gone
But the songs he sang for me made love live on