Testo Withered On The Vine

I once had a true love I thought it would last How could I know That it would go so fast A love like a holiday Tender and kind And I let it whither on the vine Where did it run to Where did it go How could I let it Slip through my fingers so For it was a real love And rare and fine And I let it whither on the vine But the hardest pill To swallow is still Not the reason for your leaving But the way I let it happen Now I'm counting the cost Of the loss of what was once mine That I let whither on the vine I once had a true love I thought it would last How could I know That it would go so fast A love like a holiday Tender and kind And I let it whither on the vine