[Verse 1:]
Fell in love with a poet
And the songs he sang made life so warm and fine
Loving him was all I did and he filled my soul with sweet songs all the time

[Chorus:]
He sang of places where we'd been
Of truth, and love, and me
Then one day he wrote a song
That talked of being free

And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on
And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on

[Verse 2:]
Never sure what made him go, guess the poet had a restless kind of mind
Searching all around the sun for a peace and truth that many never find

[Chorus:]
He sang of places where we'd been
Of truth, and love, and me
Then one day he wrote a song
That talked of being free

And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on
And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on
[Outro:]
And he was gone