Текст песни Our Love Was Ahead of Its Time - George Jones & Deborah Allen

You came like a storm on a hot summer day
I had every reason to ask you to stay
When I saw what we had, it was too far away
Our love was ahead of its time
Our love, our love was ahead of its time
Like the fruit growing green on the wine
(Bitter sweet grapes)
Now we reach for the cup full of yesterday's wine
Our love was ahead of its time
Now looking back I recognize
That sound in your voice that look in your eyes
We said our hellos, we said our goodbyes
Our love was ahead of its time
Our love, our love was ahead of its time
Like the bitter sweet grapes growing green on the wine
(Like the fruit)
Now we reach for the cup full of yesterdays wine
Our love was ahead of its time
Is that not the way of the cruel hand of fate
To play with our dreams and counts us to wait?
And now that we're ready and we found it's too late
Our love was ahead of its time
Our love, our love was ahead of its time
Like the fruit growing green on the wine
(Bitter sweet grapes)
Now we reach for the cup full of yesterday's wine
Our love was ahead of its time
Our love was ahead of its time
Our love was ahead of its time