אין גירסה קלה
הצג גם אקורדים
| Wednesday morning at five o'clock |
| As the day begins |
| Silently closing her bedroom door |
| Leaving the note that she |
| Hoped would say more |
| She goes downstairs to the kitchen |
| Clutching her handkerchief |
| Quietly turning the backdoor key |
| Stepping outside she is free. |
| She (We gave her most of our lives) |
| Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives) |
| Home (We gave her everything money could buy) |
| She's leaving home after living alone |
| For so many years |
| Father snores as his wife gets |
| Into her dressing gown |
| Picks up the letter that's lying there |
| Standing alone at the top of the stairs |
| She breaks down and cries to her husband |
| Daddy our baby's gone |
| Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly |
| How could she do this to me. |
| She (We never thought of ourselves) |
| Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves) |
| home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by) |
| She's leaving home after living alone |
| For so many years |
| Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away |
| Waiting to keep the appointment she made |
| Meeting a man from the motor trade |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| She (What did we do that was wrong) |
| Is having (We didn't know it was wrong) |
| Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy) |
| Something inside that was always denied |
| For so many years |
| She's leaving home bye, bye |
