Текст песни June Carter Cash

June Carter Cash's voice Was in my dreams I was listening to a tape That you made for me When my heart got so tight I thought I might die We cannot return to Sundays down the street That's ok, we're where we ought to be But oh, how the time carried us by While all the truths that we've told Have gone silent or grown old June Carter and John have flown Soon I'll let you let me go Still, June Carter Cash's voice Haunts my dreams Since listening to a tape That you made for me My heart stretched so tight I thought I might die