Song | Changes |
Artist | Olivia Newton-John |
Album | If You Love Me, Let Me Know |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Olivia Newton-John | |
Arranger:John Farrar/Alan Hawkshaw/Nick Ingman | |
We said a million times we'd change | |
Can't bring myself to say those words again | |
A piper never changes tune | |
You can't grow apples on the moon | |
The hurtful things we say still penetrate | |
And whispered sorrys always come too late | |
Then the damage has been done | |
What are we going to tell our son? | |
I want to spare his broken heart | |
Break it gently that we'll live apart | |
Don't know the proper words to say | |
He won't be seeing daddy every day | |
Those weekly outings never work, you know | |
Buying gifts and candy, picture shows | |
They can't replace the man around | |
Your voice, your touch, your manly sound | |
I guess the trouble is I love you still | |
And if it comes to that, I always will | |
No, please don't cry, it's just too late | |
Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate |
Written: Olivia NewtonJohn | |
Arranger: John Farrar Alan Hawkshaw Nick Ingman | |
We said a million times we' d change | |
Can' t bring myself to say those words again | |
A piper never changes tune | |
You can' t grow apples on the moon | |
The hurtful things we say still penetrate | |
And whispered sorrys always come too late | |
Then the damage has been done | |
What are we going to tell our son? | |
I want to spare his broken heart | |
Break it gently that we' ll live apart | |
Don' t know the proper words to say | |
He won' t be seeing daddy every day | |
Those weekly outings never work, you know | |
Buying gifts and candy, picture shows | |
They can' t replace the man around | |
Your voice, your touch, your manly sound | |
I guess the trouble is I love you still | |
And if it comes to that, I always will | |
No, please don' t cry, it' s just too late | |
Now hurry on, she' s waiting at the gate |
Written: Olivia NewtonJohn | |
Arranger: John Farrar Alan Hawkshaw Nick Ingman | |
We said a million times we' d change | |
Can' t bring myself to say those words again | |
A piper never changes tune | |
You can' t grow apples on the moon | |
The hurtful things we say still penetrate | |
And whispered sorrys always come too late | |
Then the damage has been done | |
What are we going to tell our son? | |
I want to spare his broken heart | |
Break it gently that we' ll live apart | |
Don' t know the proper words to say | |
He won' t be seeing daddy every day | |
Those weekly outings never work, you know | |
Buying gifts and candy, picture shows | |
They can' t replace the man around | |
Your voice, your touch, your manly sound | |
I guess the trouble is I love you still | |
And if it comes to that, I always will | |
No, please don' t cry, it' s just too late | |
Now hurry on, she' s waiting at the gate |