How to say goodbye

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How to say goodbye (Words & Music copyright 2016, David Harley)

Took you down to the High Road
Where I’d taken you once before
Kissed you and left you crying
There at the nursery door

From the day our children are born
Until the day we die
We keep on learning to let go
And how to say goodbye

Took you down to the station
Waited with you for a train
A kiss and a wave from the platform
Saw you homeward bound again

From the day our children are born
Until the day we die
We keep on learning to let go
And how to say goodbye

Took you in from the car
Walked you down the aisle
Kissed you goodbye at the reception
Once more you left me, with a smile

From the day our children are born
Until the day we die
We keep on learning to let go
And how to say goodbye

Walk me down to the station
Time that I went home again
Blow me a kiss from the platform to warm
An old man’s heart on the train

From the day our children are born
Until the day we die
We keep on learning to let go
And how to say goodbye

David Harley

 

make it pay

Words & Music (c) David Harley

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Someday I’ll make it pay
Cop for Nirvana my own sweet way
Give my feet a holiday
Sit in the sand
Strike up the band

One night I’ll get it right
Spread my wings for a solo flight
Snooze all day, blues all night
Pick a few strings
While my lady sings

Hanging around while the deals go down
I believe I’ve paid my dues
But some sweet day I’ll pay my way
On a sea and sunlight cruise

One time it’ll work out fine
I’ll lay back easy and relax my mind
Trip out legally on music and wine
And you

flying home demo

Words and Music (c) David Harley

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Landscapes dissolving into flashback
With sleep in my eyes I’m on the run
From memory’s slo-mo home movie
To ride a friendly breeze blowing North
Flying home

Daubed with the ash of friendships
And laughing all the while
Once you came to me
Still shy of the stranger’s smile

Careless of time and changes
In the catacombs we spread our tiny wings
And from here I can’t see
Was that the moon flying high or was it me
Flying home?

And if you’d never said you loved me
We might not have come to harm
I might have slept forever
Nailed to the cross of your arms

Now which end of the seesaw is Susie?
Where’s that happy ending now?
Lost somewhere between the church and the laundromat
A bird with one wing down
Flying home
Flying home