Crying

Don Mclean

Then I saw you last night You held my hand so tight

When you stopped to say hello

You wished me well, you couldn't tell

That I'd been crying over you Crying over you

Then you said so long and left me standing all alone

Alone and crying Crying, crying, crying

It's hard to understand That the touch of your hand

Can start me crying

I thought that I was over you But it's true, so true

I love you even more than I did before

But darling, what can I do?

You don't love me, and I'll always be

Crying over you Crying over you

Yes, now you're gone And from this moment on
Izvajalec: Don Mclean