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Alistair Hulett

"He Fades Away" (karaoke)

"He Fades Away" (sheet music)


There's a man in my bed; I used to love him;

His kisses used to take my breath away;

There's a man in my bed; I hardly know him;

I wipe his face, and hold his hand,

And watch him as he slowly fades away.

 

And he fades away;

Not like leaves that fall in autumn,

Turning gold against the grey, he fades away;

Like the blood stains on the pillow case

That I wash every day, he fades away.

 

There's a man in my bed; he's on a pension,

Although he's only fifty years of age;

The lawyer says we might get compensation

In the course of due procedure,

But he couldn't say for certain at this stage.

 

And he fades away;

Not like leaves that fall in autumn,

Turning gold against the grey, he fades away;

Like the blood stains on the pillow case

That I wash every day, he fades away.

 

And he's not the only one

Who made the trip so many years ago

To work the Wittenoom mine;

So many young men old before their time and dying slow;

They fade away;

A wheezing bag of bones with lungs half clogged and full of clay,

They fade away.

 

There's a man in my bed; they never told him

The cost of taking home his weekly pay;

And when the courts decide how much they owe him,

How will he spend his money when he lies in bed

And coughs his life away?

 

And he fades away;

Not like leaves that fall in autumn,

Turning gold against the grey, he fades away;

Like the blood stains on the pillow case

That I wash every day, he fades away.

 

Not like leaves that fall in autumn,

Turning gold against the grey, he fades away;

Like the blood stains on the pillow case

That I wash every day, he fades away.


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