I used to carry three of the five up to bed
They’d say ‘Daddy, daddy, please stay’
But I would go away and work.

Suddenly we were semi-detached
They’d flown the nest, gone away,
And what I wouldn’t give

For one more day with them
When they were little and I was young:
Telling them stories, singing songs,
Getting along.

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