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| Pete Atkin sings
A Hill Of Little Shoes by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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I live in the shadow of a hill A hill of little shoes I love but I shiver with a chill A chill I never lose I live, I love, but where are they? Where are their lives, their loves? All blown away And every little shoe's a foot that never grew another day If you could find a pair And put them on the floor Make a mark in the air Like the marks beside your door When you were growing You'd see how tall they were And the buckles and the laces They could do up on their own Or almost could With their tongue tips barely showing Tell you how small they were And then you think of little faces Looking fearfully alone And how they stood In their bare feet being tall for the last time Just to be good And that was all they were They were like you in the same year But you grew up They were scarcely even here Before they suddenly weren't there And while you got dressed for bed They did the same but they were led Into another room instead I live in the shadow of a hill A hill of little shoes I love, but I shiver with a chill A chill I never lose And I caught this cold When I was chosen to grow old In the shadow of a hill of little shoes | |||||
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