My Little One

Slipping Through My Fingers (ABBA)

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning ...
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl....

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it...

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing.......

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by....
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling

And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go (slipping through my fingers all the time)

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know......

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it.....

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing....

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time. Slipping through my fingers...
Slipping through my fingers all the time


Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...