Linda Martell - Tender Leaves Of Love

Not long ago our love was like a young and tender vine
That grew and grew until our hearts were so entwined
But carelessly you soon forgot the vine was growing there
And its tender leaves began to die for want of care

Now the tender leaves of love are blowing in the wind
The dust of loneliness covers them
How sad it is to know we’ll never love again
For our tender leaves of love are now blowing in the wind

How often since, I’ve wished the vine was green again
Young and tender, sweet surrender were mine again
But as I remember a gray December descends again
And our tender leaves of love just die in a winter wind

Now the tender leaves of love are blowing in the wind
The dust of loneliness covers them
How sad it is to know we’ll never love again
For our tender leaves of love are now blowing in the wind