This song was written when I lost my great aunty Bet. Prior to my wife, she had been the person who had looked after me providing me with shelter when no one else would. She had a generous heart and was always there for my mother, brother and I. It was only when my dad died and I had been asked to sing at his funeral, that the song came back into focus. it has kick started my return to music.
Verse One
In the quiet I sit alone,
I feel a tear well up inside
and I feel cold, I feel so alone.
As a child, you held my hand,
and when I cried, you’d understand,
but now you’re gone, it’s hard to go on.
Chorus
We spend our lives, just taking for granted,
abusing our loved oneds, sharing or caring enough.
When death divides us, there’s pain and there’s sorrow.
the madness strikes and there’s no way to turn back time.
Verse Two
Part of our lives, comes to an end,
the quiet times bring them back again.
We feel the pain, the sadness remains.
The years they pass and I get by,
but the truth is I never thought that you would die.
I keep asking why?
Mid
You maybe gone, but you still live on,
in my heart, in my heart.
You made me strong, made me what I become.
Brought the light to the dark,
to the dark.
When death divides us.
there’s pain and there’s sorrow.
The madness strikes
and there’s no way to turn back time.
Chorus
We spend our lives, just taking for granted,
abusing our loved oneds, sharing or caring enough.
When death divides us, there’s pain and there’s sorrow.
the madness strikes and there’s no way to turn back time.
(c)1989 Words & Music John Robert Hunter
RECORDING NOTES
The original version of the song was very different from the one that I eventually released, the new version was inspired by the live performance that I did at my dad’s funeral and where that song ends, the released recording goes on to a very moving guitar solo by Mark Shipton.
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