A Song Lyric
by Sheila King

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* Corin the Piper lives here no more
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He and his mother left when he was four
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Some day there'll be music, same as before
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But it won't be easy for Corin
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lives here no more

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1. I sit here at the window, watchin' the children play
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They don't know I'm even here, but they come here every day.
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Sometimes the tears start fallin', and I wonder what they're for
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Until I remember, Corin lives here no more

2. He filled my days with laughter, sunshine and song,
And Corin, the drummer, was seldom ever wrong.
Sometimes I hear him singing, and my heart starts to soar.
And then I remember, Corin lives here no more.

3. In the evenings I would watch him, walk up the path alone.
His head bowed and weary from a day gone on too long.
And I know that he is sleeping; till I see him once more
But I can't forget that Corin, lives here no more.