It was on a misty Sunday, we said our goodbyes and I still can see her smiling a tear in her eye she said son, "Please remember, no matter the cost you may travel far but love's never lost." So I traveled down the high road and far from Fraley there were other misty places a boy had to see by the world, I was taken by storm, I was tossed but I told myself that love's never lost. It was on a misty Sunday a year to the day I came knockin' on her cottage but she'd gone away she was in down in the churchyard her headstone embossed "You may travel far but love's never lost." You may travel far but love's never lost.