We sit on the bench in front of your house, aged like two loyal dogs,
We don't want to talk, just me
How is the wind blowing over the barn?
I saw your daughter yesterday,
Who has become a woman today,
your grandchildren, who are growing bigger,
And you remember when you were young,
Roping your hips, roping in a romance dance?
Your long hair, and it glittered with the light of the fire,
Did the music make you smile?
We're not having fun Sarah!
Pain moved into our aged bone,
You mourn, sir, for a long time.
Hey, Sarah, Sarah!
I would like to see your dance,
I'd grab a guitar right away
But, where do we have a desire for dance?
Remembering, and just a long, long silence.
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