Alone Again

<br>Nina simone, gilbert osullivan<br><br><br><br>I remember this afternoon<br><br>When my sister came into the room<br><br>She refused to say how my father was<br><br>But I knew hed be dying soon.<br><br><br><br>And I was oh so glad, and it was oh so sad<br><br>That I realized that I despised this man I once called father.<br><br>In his hanging on, with fingers clutching<br><br>His body now just eighty-eight pounds<br><br>Blinded eyes still searching<br><br>For some distant dream that had faded away at the seams.<br><br>Dying alone, naturally.<br><br><br><br>I was his favourite child, I had him a little while<br><br>Just as long as I could play the piano and smile a little smile<br><br>Just when I needed him most, he was already a ghost<br><br>And for all my life there where promises and they always have been broken<br><br><br><br>Leaving me alone with all my troubles<br><br>Not ever once touching me and saying<br><br>&quot;daugther, Ill help you get over.&quot;<br><br>Now hes fadig away and Im glad to say,<br><br>Hes dying at last. naturally.<br><br><br><br>Its a very sad thing to see that my mother with all her heart<br><br>Believes the words that the Bible said &quot;til death do us two part&quot;.<br><br>For her that was forever and ay, he decided her night and day<br><br>How could some english words so small affect someone so strangely? <br><br><br><br>Taking her away from us, her soul included<br><br>She might es well be gone with him, all the children are excluded.<br><br>Loneliness is hell, I know so well,<br><br>For Im alone. naturally.<br><br><br><br>I waited three weeks for him to die<br><br>I waited three weeks for him to die<br><br>Every night he was calling on me<br><br>I wouldnt go to him.<br><br>I waited three weeks for him to die<br><br>Three weeks for him to die.<br><br><br><br>And after he died, after he died<br><br>Every night I went out, every night I had a flight.<br><br>It didnt matter who it was with<br><br>cos I knew what it was about.<br><br>And if you could read between lines, my dad and I close as flies.<br><br>I loved him then and I loved him still, thats why my hearts so broken.<br><br><br><br>Leaving me to doubt God in his mercy<br><br>And if he really does exist then why does he desert me? <br><br>When he passed away I smoked and drank all day,<br><br>Alone. again. naturally.