Music, Flowers and Farm-Fresh Produce to Celebrate the End of Summer #TasteOfSummer

Lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be none a trace left behind? Could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You knew that was the last thing on my mind Reasons of plentiful going This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growing Please don't go Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be none a trace left behind? Could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You knew that was the last thing on my mind Lying in my bed in the morning Without you, without you Death that I take as a warning Are you going away with no word of farewell? Didn't mean to be unkind Could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You knew that was the last thing on Yes, and that was the last thing on my mind Hello Put our hands together Clap, clap Hi, how are you doing? Welcome to the North Park Farmer's Market Thank you My name is Willie Fleming