I know that hearts were loving long before I was here,
And I'm not the first to ever cry in my bed or in my beer.
There were songs before there was radio
Of love that stays and love that goes
They were writing melancholy tunes and tearful words that rhyme,
Before my time, before my time.
There were songs in old dusty books of love that's always been,
Sweet lovers in their glory who are now gone with the wind.
Old fashioned love words spoken then,
Keep coming back around again.
Nothing's changed except the names, their love burns just like mine,
Before my time, before my time.
And in the dim of yesterday
I can clearly see
That flesh and blood cried out to someone
As it does in me.
And there was some old song that said, I love you till I die,
Before my time, before my time.
But what the old time masters had, is what I feel for you,
Love is love and doesn't change in a century or two.
If someway they had seen and knew
How it would be for me and you
They'd wish for love like yours and they would wish for love like mine,
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