The Last Waltz کے بول

I cry while i leave the house Pictures are staring at me And they call me a trader I bend my head and i take my bags My mother an father are sleeping Next door, my sisters and brothers Would laugh at me if i told them The reason i have to escape like this All that i leave behind All the things i know i'll miss But this so very important to me But this so very important to me He has been waiting for me in the shadows I can see his face is relieved when i come He'd take my bags and he'd take my hand I'd turn my head and i'd look behind I know i will never go back