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Linden Lea

I’m just so glad you’re here in my home

I’m not afraid when I’m not alone

You cook a meal and you brush my hair

And I feel so safe knowing you’re there

And I love you

Oh I love you.


In my mind it’s what I had planned

Watching TV you holding my hand

A smile in my heart and a book on my knee

And I feel such joy that you’re here with me

And I love you

Oh I love you.


My time with you gets shorter and shorter

You be the mother now, I’ll be the daughter

Sing me the song ‘bout the old apple tree

That leans down low in Linden Lea.


He went away some years ago

He missed out on some things that I know

He talks to me, he whispers out loud

And I know for sure you make him so proud

And he loves you

Oh he loves you.


My time with you gets shorter and shorter

You be the mother now, I’ll be the daughter

Sing me the song ‘bout the old apple tree

That leans down low in Linden Lea.


This big strong house is made out of bricks

But when I’m alone it plays such tricks

Oh how I miss you all one to six

And I love you,

And he loves you

How we love you.


My time with you gets shorter and shorter

You be the mother now, I’ll be the daughter

Sing me the song ‘bout the old apple tree

That leans down low in Linden Lea

That leans down low in Linden Lea.


Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012

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