The
pieces of April
It
comes in from the air
Life
has gone but memory stays
It's
your birthday, Lena Woodworth
We
don't hear your words
We
don't see you around
Though
up in paradise
You
will watch us by
The
pieces of April
11
candles to light the day
In
our minds we will sing
Happy
Birthday!
Our
lives will flow
You
will watch us carry on
You
will watch us from paradise
Singing
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy
Birthday Mother
You
live in our memories
The
pieces of April
It
comes in from the air
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