This song is dedicated to the memory of
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Annie Florence Davies and Carol Bryans
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Like a seed that is sewn
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All the children are scattered
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By a breeze that is blown
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Now the crops are all scattered
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We are torn, we are shattered
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Now some of us are barmy and battered
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And the fields where we gathered
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Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
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Through it all we were scattered
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To the fields we are scattered
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From the day we are born
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To grow wild and sleep rough
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Till from the earth we are torn
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And a soul that is free
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Can live on eternally
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And the spirit can live on
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Though it’s scattered in the world beyond
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And I’ve been out of my mind
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Ever since she’s been gone
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I look around that empty room
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No sight nor sound
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She’s left so soon
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She’s out of view
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But the I find
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Those scattered clues she left behind
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A photograph with a smiling face
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A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
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A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
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I guess I’ll never see her again
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Now my life is all scattered
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Ever since she’s been gone
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I feel older, I feel fatter
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I feel the blues coming on
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We get bruised
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We get battered
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But we’ll pick up the pieces that scattered
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And with emotional glue
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We’re gonna stick together, body and mind
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Ever since she went away
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I’ve been alone to contemplate
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Time and space and why world’s move
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While sitting in my solitude
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I’ve watched the stars and wondered why
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They’re scattered up there in the sky
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And is she up there out of view
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On some higher platitude
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I wish I knew
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Wish I could prove
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The reason why this life on earth
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Is scattered like the universe
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I’m scattered here and scattered there
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Bits of me scattered everywhere
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To the fields we are scattered
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Then from the dust we are born
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We survive somewhat battered
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To a new life, a new dawn
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IN the end what will it matter
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There’ll only be my ashes to scatter
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And all the logical answers
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To a worrying mind
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Will be scattered in time
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Beaten and battered
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To the earth you are scattered
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You’re going home so what does it matter
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To an atomic mind
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Scattered here while you travel time |