That Year
It seems like every day is just like today
And I’m sitting here wondering why
I spend my time as I do
And the years have rolled in one
Blanket that’s permanently grey
When a man leaves forever
No place feels like home
His heart becomes an open road
And he walks stony ground
The wind steals the leaves from the trees
– They’ll never be foundI recall walking up Richmond Road
Kids by my side. They were asking
Is it far? And I said No
We’ll all soon be inside
Little feet skipping cracks in the heat
Want a piggyback rideThat year when your sweet love died
That year when my heart really tried
That year when your sweet love died
That year when my soul finally cried
niels gedge 