Woorden: Alison Krauss. Raising Sand. Through the Morning, Through the Night.

Believe me when I tell you I will try to understand
Believe me when I tell you I could never kill a man
But to know that another man?s holding you tight
Hurts me, little darling, through the morning, through the night

The bond has been broken, the promise you gave
The words that were spoken, I cannot be your slave
But to know that the trust you had in me is gone
Hurts me, little darling, through the night time, through the dawn

I dreamed just last night you were there by my side
Your sweet loving tenderness easing my pride
But then I awoke, dear, and found you not there
It was just my old memory of how much I care

Believe me when I tell you I will try to understand
Believe me when I tell you I could never kill a man
But to know that another man?s holding you tight
Hurts me, little darling, through the morning, through the night