| So here we are, alone —
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| Our children have grown up and moved away
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| Living their own lives, they say…
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| It all seems very strange to me
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| I don’t understand their ways:
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| Our children amaze me all the time
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| And I often wonder why they make me feel
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| So sad and suddenly old
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| Now we’re left with an empty home
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| From our nest all the birds have flown for foreign skies
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| We’re discarded, of no further use
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| Though we gave our kids all our youth and all our lives —
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| We really tried
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| Now there’s only my wife and me;
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| We used to have a family — now that’s gone
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| And only memories linger on…
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| It all seems very wrong to me
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| To our sorrows they were quite deaf
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| And as soon as they could they left us to our tears
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| We always tried to teach what was good —
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| Yes, we gave our kids all we could through all the years
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| So here we are at last;
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| The time has gone so fast and so have my dreams
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| I simply don’t know what it all means
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| This pointless passage through the night
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| This autumn-time, this walk upon the water…
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| I wonder how long
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| It will be till this song
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| Is sung by our own sons and daughters? |