Your Eyes Will Taste Of The Flowers

I'm a leavin' on the morning railroad

in the drizzlin' darkness of the rain

and I hear with every wheel a turning

secrets sounding of your name.

And your eyes will taste of the flowers

your lips of the morning dew

and your hair will taste of the meadow

and all the world will taste of you.

I can't tell the reason why I'm leaving

I don't know just what I'm heading for

I just know with every mile I wander

I'm needing you another mile more.

*chorus*

Oh if you never get my letter

you know your memory will stay

with every song that I am singing

with every word that I say.

*chorus*

I'll carry your picture in my pocket

when times are good or times are bad

and if I chance to meet another

it won't take away the good times that

singin' all the world will taste of you.