| I will come to see you every Sunday morning |
| I will bring the flowers and I will sing some songs |
| And all the things that we don’t say no more |
| Well, they won’t mean a thing |
| I know that there are Promises To Keep |
| And so much to do before you can sleep |
| They tell me that you took a fall last night |
| But that don’t mean a thing |
| Down again, always on the edge of tears |
| Lost again, trying to see my way clear |
| Down again, always on the edge of tears |
| On the edge of tears (*2) |
| Well, the old man — he went north for awhile |
| And no one’s heard a word from him in quite some time |
| His blessing always was a curse to you |
| And it don’t mean a thing |
| Everybody is acting like they’ve seen a ghost |
| (Everybody is acting like they’ve seen a ghost) |
| I say: «what's the matter», they say «we don’t know» |
| (I say: «what's the matter», they say «we don’t know») |
| It seems like no one wants to take the time |
| Oh no, no one wants to take the time |
| I know that there are Promises To Keep |