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Well I remember the day I heard my father say:
"You're momma, she's goin away."
I was thinking to myself:
"What a lonely life without her"
I was thinking to myself:
"What a lonely life without her"
When this life is cold
the thing that keeps me warm
is the memories of her loving hands wrapped tight around me.
Yeah, the memories of her loving hands wrapped tight around me
When this life is cold
the thing that keeps me warm
is the memories of her loving hands wrapped tight around me.
I remember the day I heard my father say:
"You're sister, she's goin away."
I was thinking to myself:
"What a lonely life without her"
I was thinking to myself:
"What a lonely life without her"
And this life is cold
I look upon her stone
and I wonder where she'd be,
if only we had found her.
I wonder where she'd be,
if only we had found her.
This life is cold
I look upon her stone
and I wonder where she'd be,
if only we had found her.
Well I remember the day I heard my father say:
"You're momma, she's goin away."
