Withered on the Vine

I once had a true love

I thought it would last

How could I know

That it would go so fast

A love like a holiday

Tender and kind

And I let it whither on the vine

Where did it run to

Where did it go

How could I let it

Slip through my fingers so

For it was a real love

And rare and fine

And I let it whither on the vine

But the hardest pill

To swallow is still

Not the reason for your leaving

But the way I let it happen

Now I'm counting the cost

Of the loss of what was once mine

That I let whither on the vine

I once had a true love

I thought it would last

How could I know

That it would go so fast

A love like a holiday

Tender and kind

And I let it whither on the vine