Over my shoulder my father walks slowly
Oh so slowly, right in front of him my mother
Skips like a little girl and cries like an old woman

Hold on, keep a firm grip
Hold on, never lose a grip

As I grow older, I find it hard going home
Just going home, my brother's eyes, my sister's cries
Could bring me to the ground

Hold on keep a firm grip
Hold on, never lose it
Hold on, keep a firm grip
Hold on, never lose a grip No No

Hold on, keep a firm grip
Hold on, never lose it
Hold on, keep a firm grip
Hold on and never lose it

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Writer(s): BRIAN KENNEDY