[Verse 1:] Fell in love with a poet And the songs he sang made life so warm and fine Loving him was all I did and he filled my soul with sweet songs all the time [Chorus:] He sang of places where we'd been Of truth, and love, and me Then one day he wrote a song That talked of being free And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on [Verse 2:] Never sure what made him go, guess the poet had a restless kind of mind Searching all around the sun for a peace and truth that many never find [Chorus:] He sang of places where we'd been Of truth, and love, and me Then one day he wrote a song That talked of being free And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on And he was gone, but the songs he sang for me made love live on [Outro:] And he was gone