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Everyone's bedded on down,
There's enough in the bottle for just one more round;
So it's into the parlour, the lamp's turned down low,
Where once burned a fire only warm embers glow;
I sit myself down for the night,
To a sleepy old rocking chair ride.
So it's off I go into the night,
There's so much to see as I silently glide;
As memories once lost are relived again,
A child's question answered, oh where have I been,
When I needed a warm place to hide,
On a sleepy old rocking chair ride.
Just as before trouble leaves by the door,
You know it's stepping outside, it's falling behind,
My mind gets away to a rocking chair ride.
Out in the soft coloured rain,
That bay bridge no more than an hour away;
And with morning approaching I'm headed for home.
I open my eyes, once again I'm alone;
Can't imagine just what I might find,
On a sleepy old rocking chair ride.
Everyone's bedded on down,
There's enough in the bottle for just one more round;
So it's into the parlour, the lamp's turned down low,
Where once burned a fire only warm embers glow;
I sit myself down for the night,
To a sleepy old rocking chair ride.
