"I'm Butler's Aunty, and we're
the only family
Either one of us got left
now,
I lost my husband after flfty-two
years of marriage,
And I know how Butler feels,
because my husband was my life,
He was my life,
It's not an easy thing to lose
your love,
But you just got to carryon,
carryon..."
I always felt bad that I just
didn't know what to say to them.
There's no way around it,
losing your love is cruel...
You offer your shoulder and
try to tell 'em it's okay and then
You sit there like a fool...
A long silence broken, I told
them I was leaving
And my next stop was Australia,
He said, "If these jokers
push the wrong button and decide to have a war
You can come back to New Zealand,
you can come and hide with me,
Hide with me..."
Our cup of tea was over, my
heart was in my throat
As we said our goodbyes,
The last thing I remember,
as I walked away was the voice
Of Butler's Aunty,
"What a good thing you done,
Butler, giving your friendship to that man
To that man,
You know that we still got
each other, so honey, come and take my hand,
Take my hand, take my hand..."
© 1981 by David Roth/ASCAP
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