Slipping Through My Fingers sing and play along

School bag in hand,

she leaves home in the early morning

waving goodbye with an absentminded smile.

I watch her go with a surge of that wellknown sadness,

waving goodbye with an absentminded smile.

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 ev'ry minute,

the feeling in it.

Slipping through my fingers all the time,

do I really see what's in her mind?

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

she keeps on growing.

Slipping through my fingers all the time.