Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
Pausing in the hall and at the door
'CauseIknow daddy's here
Ican tell that he's there

And thatmeans she'll be glad
Until we're in bed then she's alone
For there are things they have to say
And we are sent away

Mama, the room is cold and he is scared
I am too and you're not there
How could we know you'd only took a walk
To a neighbours for a quiet talk

Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone walls
Outside in the hall the old dog growls
And we're in bed playing guessing games
Telling stories, making plans

Radio, celery and Sunday tea
It is nicer here, just us three
And I know he won't come again
There is no need to explain

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Writer(s): Ralph McTell