FINGERS

Words and music by Roger Coghill


Intro:


Yes, it may always be

Grow old along with me,

And with each year enjoy,

Your girl and boy


Verse1

To hear again a little voice call daddy,

To see them run excited on the sand

To feel their warm skin next to my skin

To hold their tiny fingers in my hand.

Long gone those years of bedtime stories

Games on the summer lawn with bat and ball,

Those cotside conversations before sleeping,

Those fragile towers of bricks, destined to fall.


Chorus:

So let it always be

Grow old along with me

And with each year enjoy

Your girl and boy.


The world grows larger with our small adventures

And days grow closer as we grow apart

Though childhood’s tender spring has turned to autumn,

Its memories still linger in my heart.

Those little fingers now hold other fingers

And other voices whisper in other ears

From father to new father nature passes

My childrens’ children down the changing years.


Chorus

So it will always be.

Grow old along with me,

And with each year enjoy

Your growing girl and boy.



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