| A slow and steady rain was falling
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| In the countryside
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| We were gathered in the garden
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| The day my daddy died
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| Although they had been separated
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| Apart for quite some time
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| I saw mother’s tears erase the years
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| His young widowed bride
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| In springtime she’ll be turning sixty
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| And be out on the town
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| I really hope she finds a boyfriend
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| A man who stays around
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| Well yesterday I was heading west
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| And now I’m headed south
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| While I’m wandering around the world
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| She’s wandering the house
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| Mother do you hear the footsteps
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| Of your husband down the hall?
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| Don’t you realize the danger
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| Of being trapped inside those walls?
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| In springtime she’ll be turning sixty
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| And be out on the town
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| I really hope she finds a boyfriend
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| A man who stays around
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| And I hope one day that you will be ready
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| Have someone strong right by your side
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| Look back on your life and you surely regret it
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| Or find some happiness inside
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| Underneath the willow branches at number 29
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| Another crowd has gathered and they’re putting up a sign
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| Mother she is moving on, she is doing so well
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| She put the past behind her now the house is up for sale
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| In springtime she’ll be turning sixty
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| And be out on the town
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| I really hope she finds a boyfriend
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| A man who stays around |