So you were born on the other side
across the great divide
sadness in your mothers eyes
tears she never cries
fools all around
do you see how they run
soon all their trouble will be gone
fools all around
do you see how they run
soon all their trouble will be gone
you walk with a cane
in your own sweet way
waiting for snow
on a holiday
these pages have turned for us
take me down to the riverside
and wash my pride with a stone
sing me sweet lullabies
leave the healer all alone
fools all around
do you see how they run
soon all their trouble will be gone
fools all around
do you see how they run
soon all their trouble will be gone
you walk with a cane
in your own sweet way
waiting for snow
on a holiday
these pages have turned for us

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