Blow, blow, blow the cobwebs away, Blow, blow, for there’s so much to say, Yet what could I say that you don’t already know. I could tell you the worries that lie on my heart, I could cry all the tears, as death did us part Yet what could I say that you don’t already know. I could scream out in anger, the world’s so unfair I’m not ready, I’m not ready, I don’t want this nightmare Yet what could I say that you don’t already know. You may have left and our world’s full of sorrow, I may not know how I will make it to tomorrow Yet what could I say that you don’t already know. Sshh! I hear you, a voice in my heart, “Rise up to the battle and make a new start, I gave you the skills and the ability to choose I gave you the gift, now it’s yours to use. Pass it on, spread it wide, with a smile in your eye, Don’t sit there and wonder, Why, oh why? There’s a time to remember and oft it will come, But there’s a time to live and it’s now,” says our mum. So blow, blow, blow the cobwebs away, Blow, blow, for there’s nothing to say For what could I say that you don’t already know.