Ray Price
Miscellaneous
Curtain In The Window (1958)
These lying lips, said they'd forget
Those same loving arms that I miss
This foolish heart, that let me part
From those sweet tender lips I long to kiss
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
In memory, I still can see
Two arms that once held me tight
Oh how I miss a tender kiss
From those loving lips that I kissed goodbye
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye

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