The Last Waltz Songtext

von 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