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Footsteps down the stairs and at the door |
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Pausing in the hall and at the door |
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'Cos I know Daddy's here |
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I can tell that he's there. |
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And that means she'll be glad |
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Until we're in bed then she's alone |
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For there are things they have to say |
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And we are sent away. |
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Mama, the room is cold and he is scared |
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I am too, and you're not there. |
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How could we know you'd only took a walk |
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To a neighbour for a quiet talk. |
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Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone walls |
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Outside in the hall the old dog growls |
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And we're in bed playing guessing games |
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Telling stories, making plans. |
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Radio, celery and Sunday tea |
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It is nicer here, just us three |
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And I know he won't come again |
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There is no need to explain. |
