June Carter Cash's voice

Was in my dreams

I was listening to a tape

That you made for me

When my heart got so tight

I thought I might die

We cannot return to Sundays down the street

That's ok, we're where we ought to be

But oh, how the time carried us by

While all the truths that we've told

Have gone silent or grown old

June Carter and John have flown

Soon I'll let you let me go

Still, June Carter Cash's voice

Haunts my dreams

Since listening to a tape

That you made for me

My heart stretched so tight

I thought I might die