(Hazel Houser)



(Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still.)



The milkman whistles softly as he comes to my door

The mailman brings a letter just like he did before

They seem so busy all day long as though there's nothing wrong

Don't they know the world has ended, my baby's gone.



Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still

Don't let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill

Dry all the raindrops, hold back the sun

My world has ended, my baby's gone.



I'll wake up sometime in the night and realize you're gone

I toss and turn in my bed and wait for day to come

I try to tell my lonely heart that we can make it all alone

But it cries the world has ended, my baby's gone.



My world has ended, my baby's gone...