| He woke to the sound of the birds in the morning
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| Felt charged with a new lease of life
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| Time to break out of his present surroundings
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| A mother, a child and a wife
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| He’d not said good-bye to his last thread of childhood
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| It lay just beyond his front gate
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| So he packed just a few things
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| And he packed in his job
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| And he prayed he’d not left it too late
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| He turned and he said
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| «Well we always have time
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| Time on our side
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| And there’s time for this boy to turn back»
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| Joy held his heart
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| As he took to the road
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| Cast all his sorrow
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| To the breeze
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| Knew in his heart
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| It was the right thing to do
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| For he had to search out
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| His belief
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| Spring came and fall went
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| The year ran away
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| Love, hate and heartache ran too
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| Felt himself drift
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| Into memories of home
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| And the loneliness he lived on through
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| He turned and he said
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| «Well we always have time
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| Time on our side
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| And there’s time for this boy to turn back»
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| And he’d learnt about life
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| But he’d lost out on love
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| He was no longer only a boy
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| There were lines on his face
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| From the sun and the wind
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| But no lines there through
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| Laughter or joy
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| Shoes full of holes
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| But with fire in his soul
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| He walked down the dirt beaten track
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| Mother was gone
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| But his wife and child were living on
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| And they cried
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| «It's the boy who came back»
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| Goodbye through the evening
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| Goodbye through the night
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| Goodbye through the dreams
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| Through the sleep
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| Goodbye to our yesterdays
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| Hello tomorrow
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| It seems we were destined to meet
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| He turned and he said
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| «Well we always have time
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| Time on our side
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| And there’s time for this boy to turn back» |