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Faded Curtains

Words and music by Robbie Smith

Well, she’s gone – I guess she’s made her choice
She had to go and find the outside world
And I know each time I hear her voice
She’s no longer her father’s little girl
And though it’s taken half my life just to bring her
From swaddling blankets to a bridal gown
I just don’t know what I’ll do when she’s no longer around

‘Cause I can’t believe my little baby’s gone
She’s gone and grown up now into a woman
And the little face that brightened up this place
Is just a mem’ry looking out through faded curtains

Well, I’ve moved the last things from her room
There’s just a sunbeam left upon the floor
I suppose I’d better get the broom
Sweep it’s waning brightness out the door
I guess the sun shone so many times through these curtains
That now they’re faded like my memories
But there’s one that will not fade – one my mind so often sees

And I can’t believe my little baby’s gone
She’s gone and grown up now into a woman
And the little face that brightened up this place
Is just a mem’ry looking out through faded curtains

Well, it seems like it’s only been a short, short while
Since I first laid eyes on her
Just a tiny face in a soft, warm blanket
Hiding from the world

Well, it’s late – I’d better get some rest
Cause tomorrow’s my daughter’s wedding day
And I suppose I should be at my best
When it comes time to give her hand away
And she’ll hug me once and smile for a moment
Then she’ll run into his waiting arms
May she find what joy she can
May she never know harm

But I can’t believe my little baby’s gone
She’s gone and grown up now into a woman
And the little face that brightened up this place
Is just a mem’ry looking out through faded curtains…
Faded curtains