| I was walking down that road, to the place that was my home,
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| And the memories of a life go on forever,
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| Here’s the village, here’s the sea and here’s the place where it began,
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| When I found myself in the arms of Lady Madonna,
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| And then I listen for those footsteps, coming down the hall,
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| A father to his young boy, who was hurting from a fall,
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| You must have heard me crying, you must have dried my tears,
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| But you know, I just can’t remember, just can’t remember,
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| The son and the father, the son and the father;
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| Now I’m walking with my boy through the place that is our home,
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| And the memories of his life are growing forever,
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| And I’m looking through his eyes at all the wonders of the world,
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| Then hand in hand we will make this journey together;
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| And we will talk of men and pirates, and heroes in the dark,
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| I will tell him of the hungers and the mysteries of the heart,
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| And I will always hear you crying, I will always dry your tears;
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| And I pray you’ll always remember, always forever
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| The son and the father, the son and the father… |