November 7, 2015

 

 

Don’t go back home, son.

Don’t go back home.

A lonely bed was too much,

into another’s arms she did roam.

Don’t go back home, son.

Don’t go back home.

 

Come and stay with me, son.

Come and stay with me.

There are now four children,

in the house where you left three.

Come and stay with me, son.

Come and stay with me.

 

Thank you for the offer, Mother.

Thank you for the offer.

But I need Molly by me,

at whatever the cost.

Without her I am nothing,

and so totally lost.

 

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Today I saw my Molly,

as I alighted from the tram.

She was holding hands with my sons,

and my daughter was pushing a pram!

 

In that second, time stopped.

I knew I needed to be,

back in the arms of

the only one for me.

 

—-

 

 

I’m now home for good, Molly.

I’m now home for good.

I’ll bring her up as my own.

Is that understood?

I’m now home for good, Molly.

I’m now home for good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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