The Last Waltz Songtext
von Maria Solheim

I cry while I leave the house
Pictures are staring at me
And they call me a trader
I bend my head and I take my bags

My mother an father are sleeping
Next door, my sisters and brothers
Would laugh at me if I told them
The reason I have to escape like this


All that I leave behind
All the things I know I′ll miss
But this so very important to me
But this so very important to me

He has been waiting for me in the shadows
I can see his face is relieved when I come
He'd take my bags and he′d take my hand
I'd turn my head and I'd look behind
I know I will never go back