the organ grinder by mark-almond

here comes the organ grinder
with his little dancing monkey
i remember they used to play outside
the house when i was young

a man who mended chairs,
one who sharpened knives
and a lady who sold lavender
with laughter in her eyes

its funny how the time goes
and you never seem to notice
till they’re gone.

i remember my first bicycle
my father, he bought it for me
and i remember crying
because it wasn’t painted red

i didn’t know it then
but we didn’t have much money
and he must have gone
without a lot
just to see me smile.

its funny how the time goes
and you never seem to notice
till they’re gone.

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