Текст песни Who Will Watch the Home Place? - Laurie Lewis
                                                Leaves 
                                                are 
                                                falling 
                                                and 
                                                turning 
                                                to 
                                                showers 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                postman 
                                                climbs 
                                                up 
                                                our 
                                                long 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there's 
                                                sympathy 
                                                written 
                                                all 
                                                over 
                                                his 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                he 
                                                hands 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                couple 
                                                more 
                                                bills
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                will 
                                                tend 
                                                my 
                                                hearts 
                                                dear 
                                                space
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                will 
                                                fill 
                                                my 
                                                empty 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                gone 
                                                from 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                lovely 
                                                green 
                                                nook 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                clear-running 
                                                stream
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                my 
                                                place 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                quite 
                                                small
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                creatures 
                                                and 
                                                sounds 
                                                could 
                                                soothe 
                                                my 
                                                worst 
                                                pains
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                today 
                                                they 
                                                don't 
                                                ease 
                                                me 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                grandfather's 
                                                shed 
                                                there 
                                                are 
                                                hundreds 
                                                of 
                                                tools
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                them 
                                                by 
                                                feel 
                                                and 
                                                by 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                like 
                                                parts 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                body 
                                                they've 
                                                patched 
                                                this 
                                                old 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                move 
                                                them 
                                                they 
                                                won't 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                wander 
                                                around 
                                                touching 
                                                each 
                                                blessed 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                chimney 
                                                the 
                                                tables 
                                                the 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                memories 
                                                swirl 
                                                'round 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                birds 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wing
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                leave 
                                                here 
                                                oh 
                                                who 
                                                will 
                                                    I 
                                                be
 
                                    
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