The Last Waltz Lyrics

Maria Solheim The Last Waltz

i cry while i leave the house
pictures are staring at me
and they call me a trader
i bend my head and i take my bags

my mother an father are sleeping
next door, my sisters and brothers
would laugh at me if i told them
the reason i have to escape like this

all that i leave behind
all the things i know i'll miss
but this so very important to me
but this so very important to me

he has been waiting for me in the shadows
i can see his face is relieved when i come
he'd take my bags and he'd take my hand
i'd turn my head and i'd look behind
i know i will never go back