Like the old man I would wait
all entwined with my fate
till the child slept in my arms
safe and sound and beyond harm
Like the old man I would wait
from the morning until late
till the child was in my arms
and then I'd leave the farm
oh the waiting game
don't I know it my friend
but all waiting games
are meant to end
heavensent
heavensent
Now I'm neutral as the land
no place left for me to stand
and my heart is running wild
as I've looked upon the child
refr.
And I swoon and seem to float
all at sea on a strange boat
and the child is at the oar
yes we know what it's come for
I remember, then forget
all the people I have met
now I'm going, now I'm gone
while the child smiles on and on
refr.
1995.
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