DO YOU THINK OF ME WHEN I’M GONE?

Ralph McTell

In your desert I’m your oasis
In your wasteland your silver stream
Cause when you’ve taken your fill there’s still the oasis
And other places.  What ya think happens when you take from me?

Well, you call me up, you write me these letters
You lean on me, ‘cause you think I’m strong
You get me in trouble, say it makes you feel better
But sometimes I wish you’d leave me alone.

Do you think of me when I’m gone?

I’m not a rock in your stormy ocean
I’m not a rock in your stormy sea
When you leave a rock it’s still a stone
I’m flesh and bone . . . what you think happens when you leave me?
What you think happens when you leave me?