Louis Rosen

Lyrics

IN THE HOUR OF HIS LEAVING
(Music and Lyric by Louis Rosen)

In the hour of his leaving
He’ll shake his head and wonder why he stayed in this forsaken place
For oh, so many years
There won’t be any fanfare
There won’t be any thunder
Just lines well etched upon a face
Without a trace of tears
In the hour of his leaving

In the hour of his leaving
No time for self-reflection
No denying luck that came his way
Or where his failures live
Some people and some places
He’ll think of with affection
He said the things he had to say
And gave what he could give —
In the hour of his leaving

Years conflate
Past and present are felt as one
Man’s estate —
Four score years, yet we feel
Not nearly done.

In the hour of his leaving
He’ll give his full attention to his love, who travels with him
And like him, travels blind
There’s hope in new perspective
Joy in reinvention
And he who’s busy living
Can embrace what he may find
In the hour of his leaving
In the hour of his leaving

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