Empty Rooms Chris De Burgh

Empty rooms, childhood's end
Forgotten toys upon the bed
Dreams and memories are all around me now
And I can see you everywhere I look

But moving on is what you must do
Find your way, be happy to
Your world is waiting now and you need never know
Of all these places that I go

To hear the laughter and dry the tears
Remembering all the years
When you were growing up
And every photograph can take me there

We brought you up to be proud and strong
And ready for anything
Oh little child of mine
What life can bring

Empty rooms when I left home
I could not wait to be moving on
I never thought so much about those left behind
But now I know how it has to be

To hear the laughter and dry the tears
Remembering all the years
When you were growing up
And every photograph still takes me there