The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
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Kids are crying 'cos the sheets are so cold
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I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
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I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
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It's been months now, since we heard from our Mary,
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I wonder if she ever made the coast
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She and her young man, they both moved out there
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But I sure hope they write, just to let us know
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And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
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My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait
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'Cos this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one
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But Spring'll soon be here,
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Oh God I hope it's not late
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Ma and Pa lived here, and theirs before them
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Tried their hardest to make it a home
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Seems so long now since they passed over
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Hope my children'll try to make it their own
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The roof is leaking and the wind is howling
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Kids are crying, 'cos the sheets are so cold
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I woke this morning found my hands were frozen
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I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
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And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
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My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait
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'Cos this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one
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But Spring'll soon be here,
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Oh God I hope it's not late
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The Roof Is Leaking
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| Phil Collins |
