With a bunch of strangers who all share my name
I gathered at the graveside in the pouring rain
Never thought I'd find myself back here again
Yet here I am standing in the lane

Got a lot of pieces missing in my past
Never really noticed time was moving so fast
So many questions that I wanted to ask
But I let all my chances slip past
They slipped past

Pass it on, pass it on
Teach them the words of your song
Voices fall silent but memories live on
Those we remember are never gone
Never gone

A wooden box of trinkets in the drawer by the bed
A dusty sheaf of letters from people now dead
A lock of golden hair cut from a baby's head
And so many things left unsaid

Be they sentimental or deeply profound
All the things we've hidden will one day be found
The riches of a family cannot weighed in pounds
But in the stories that they can hand down
Hand them down

Pass it on, pass it on
Teach them the words of your song
Voices fall silent but memories live on
Those we remember are never gone

Pass it on, pass it on
Teach them the words of your song
Voices fall silent but memories live on
Those we remember are never gone
Never gone

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): STEPHEN WILLIAM BRAGG