Genesis - For Absent Friends Lyrics
Sunday at six when they close both the gatesA widowed pair,Still sitting there,Wonder if theyre late for churchAnd its cold, so they fasten their coatsAnd cross the grass, theyre always last.Passing by the padlocked swings,The roundabout still turning,Ahead they see a small girlOn her way home with a pram.Inside the archway,The priest greets them with a courteous nod.Hes close to god.Looking back at days of four instead of two.Years seem so few (four instead of two).Heads bent in prayerFor friends not there.Leaving twopence on the plate,They hurry down the path and through the gateAnd wait to board the busThat ambles down the street.