| I was born in the shadow of the factory I’d be working
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| For me and my brother, there was nowhere else to go
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| I married a local boy in 1947
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| His hands were rough but his eyes were kind
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| And I knew our love would grow
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| From my eyes to the river
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| From the river to the sea
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| From the sea to the drkening clouds
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| From the sky back down to me
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| Follow my tears…
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| We sailed for New Zealand, I was carrying our second daughter
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| And there on the dockside, I never knew they were last goodbyes
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| The first time I saw Wellington my heart would not stop racing
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| We had come halfway round the world to start our new lives
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| Now John was an engineer, he worked until the day he died
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| He left me wanting nothing, for thirty years this was our home
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| I am by myself now, the children call me now and then
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| His hands were rough but his eyes were kind
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| And I knew our love would grow
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| From my eyes to the river
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| From the river to the sea
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| From the sea to the drkening clouds
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| From the sky back down to me
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| Follow my tears…
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| Follow my tears |