| This song is dedicated to the memory of
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| Annie Florence Davies and Carol Bryans
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| Like a seed that is sewn
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| All the children are scattered
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| By a breeze that is blown
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| Now the crops are all scattered
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| We are torn, we are shattered
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| Now some of us are barmy and battered
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| And the fields where we gathered
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| Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
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| Through it all we were scattered
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| To the fields we are scattered
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| From the day we are born
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| To grow wild and sleep rough
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| Till from the earth we are torn
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| And a soul that is free
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| Can live on eternally
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| And the spirit can live on
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| Though it’s scattered in the world beyond
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| And I’ve been out of my mind
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| Ever since she’s been gone
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| I look around that empty room
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| No sight nor sound
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| She’s left so soon
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| She’s out of view
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| But the I find
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| Those scattered clues she left behind
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| A photograph with a smiling face
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| A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
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| A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
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| I guess I’ll never see her again
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| Now my life is all scattered
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| Ever since she’s been gone
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| I feel older, I feel fatter
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| I feel the blues coming on
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| We get bruised
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| We get battered
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| But we’ll pick up the pieces that scattered
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| And with emotional glue
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| We’re gonna stick together, body and mind
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| Ever since she went away
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| I’ve been alone to contemplate
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| Time and space and why world’s move
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| While sitting in my solitude
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| I’ve watched the stars and wondered why
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| They’re scattered up there in the sky
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| And is she up there out of view
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| On some higher platitude
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| I wish I knew
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| Wish I could prove
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| The reason why this life on earth
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| Is scattered like the universe
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| I’m scattered here and scattered there
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| Bits of me scattered everywhere
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| To the fields we are scattered
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| Then from the dust we are born
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| We survive somewhat battered
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| To a new life, a new dawn
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| IN the end what will it matter
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| There’ll only be my ashes to scatter
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| And all the logical answers
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| To a worrying mind
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| Will be scattered in time
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| Beaten and battered
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| To the earth you are scattered
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| You’re going home so what does it matter
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| To an atomic mind
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| Scattered here while you travel time |