Ray Price
Miscellaneous
Curtain In The Window (1958)
These lying lips, said they'd forget
Those same loving arms that I miss
This foolish heart, that let me part
From those sweet tender lips I long to kiss
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
In memory, I still can see
Two arms that once held me tight
Oh how I miss a tender kiss
From those loving lips that I kissed goodbye
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
Miscellaneous
Curtain In The Window (1958)
These lying lips, said they'd forget
Those same loving arms that I miss
This foolish heart, that let me part
From those sweet tender lips I long to kiss
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
In memory, I still can see
Two arms that once held me tight
Oh how I miss a tender kiss
From those loving lips that I kissed goodbye
I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop
Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
