June Carter Cash's voicenWas in my dreamsnI was listening to a tapenThat you made for menWhen my heart got so tightnI thought I might diennWe cannot return to Sundays down the streetnThat's ok, we're where we ought to benBut oh, how the time carried us bynnWhile all the truths that we've toldnHave gone silent or grown oldnJune Carter and John have flownnSoon I'll let you let me gonnStill, June Carter Cash's voicenHaunts my dreamsnSince listening to a tapenThat you made for menMy heart stretched so tightnI thought I might die