Well, I know its kind of late
I hope I didnt wake you
But what I got to say cant wait
I know youd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So Ill have to say I love you in a song
Yeah, I know its kind of strange
Every time Im near you
I just run out of things to say
I know youd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So Ill have to say I love you in a song
Every time the time was right
All the words just came out wrong
So Ill have to say I love you in a song
Yeah, I know its kind of late
I hope I didnt wake you
But theres something that I just got to say
I know youd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I«ll have to say I love you in a song
Lyrics:
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that Id like to do
Is to save every day
Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
Id save every day like a treasure and then
Again would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That youre the one I want to go
Through time with
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Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round her, miners lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads."
Producer: Ed Freeman
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Tom Flye
Associated Performer, Banjo: Don McLean
Associated Performer, Piano: Paul Griffin
Associated Performer, Piano: Ray Colcord
Associated Performer, Drums: Roy Markowitz
Associated Performer, Guitar: David Spinozza
Associated Performer, Bass Guitar: Robbie Rothstein
Associated Performer, Chorus: West 44th Street Rhythm And Noise Choir
Composer Lyricist: Don McLean