Song Description
The moment when a parent realizes the children are gone - and yet not.
| Song Length |
2:43 |
Genre |
Folk - Traditional, Jazz - Standards |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Endearing, Poignant |
| Subject |
Love for Child |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The Children
Intro
The days seem to fly for us all
Like the withering crisp leaves of fall.
They may leave the past far, far behind,
But years also bring memories alive.
Verse
She enters the room where her children had grown.
Books litter the floor, clothes scattered, some torn.
Winnie the Pooh sneaks a peak from the rocker
Like the days when the children were there.
Verse
She sits in the chair and she cradles that bear,
And rocks to the rhythm of days once so dear.
No cry of a baby, no battling teen
Like the days when the children were there.
Bridge
Sleep sings her such dreams so gentle and sweet
When each of her babies was born.
She wakes with a start but sees no one there,
And knows that the children have flown.
Verse
She walks to the window, gazes out at the day:
Three children swing where hers used to play.
A cry brings her back and she turns to the door,
And smiles at her daughter, holding a child of her own.
And smiles at her daughter with a child of her own.
Copyright © 2006
Michael C. Slack