You're a man of 'igh position Esteemed by your peers And when your little tykes are cryin' You 'aven't time to dry their tears And see them grateful little faces Smilin' up at you Because their dad, 'e always knows Just what to do You've got to grind, grind, grind At that grindstone Though child'ood slips like sand through a sieve And all too soon they've up grown And then they've flown And it's too late for you to give
Thane: You're angry because I wasn't there when your mother died. Kolyat: You weren't there when she was alive. Why should you be there when she died?!
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man on the moon When you coming home, dad? I don't know when But we'll get together then You know we'll have a good time then
