Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty’s Cove Music
She passes from her infant ways
In half a moment`s span
The last strong touch of childhood
Lies a-purring in her hand
Then like a woman fully-grown
Her hands go to her hair
She rises up to make the tea
And bring me one more beer
Then softly says good night and goes upstairs
Thirteen North Shore winters gone
She grows so in the Spring
In Autumn she is heard retreating geese upon the wing
She says My God I should be with them
Anywhere but here
But the berry stains upon her hands
Bring the dreamer home
And few dare guess what thoughts she has alone
She`s old enough to feel some pain
Young enough to fly
She`ll spread her wings
And leave us by and by
She`s old enough to feel some pain
Young enough to fly
She`ll spread her wings
And leave us by and by
And move to the cities of the west
Her sister`s been to Halifax
To visit boys she`s known
Sometimes down to Truro
On the train all alone
And she drinks in the Anvil now
With all her college friends
Her younger sister sits at home
At needlepoint and spool
And thinks that every year won`t seem to end
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