It’s eight o’clock and the little ones are all in bed sound asleep.
I walk around their room picking up all of their traces with my tears.
But there’s one thing I cannot find, the helpful ways of one so kind.
Where is he, where is he now?
Where is he, where can he be?
Did he go by the land and the sea or is he still lying for me?
Have you forgotten the time we had lonely hands?
The feeling when we touched each other’s.
It blew us away to view many lands.
To worlds so near, in one another.
Have you forgotten?
It’s way past ten, the little ones are all in bed deep in dreams.
I walk around our room picking up all of your traces with my memories.
Have you forgotten the time we had lonely hands?
The feeling when we touched each other’s.
It blew us away to view many lands.
To worlds so near, in one another.
You’re not forgotten.
It blew us away to view many lands.
To worlds so near, in one another.
You’ve not forgotten.
Words and Music by Paul Dominic Gray
10th September 1974 & 30th December 2017
Copyright ©1974 and 2017 Anna Songs
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