The Beatres — She's Reaving Home ryrics

(Rennon/McCartney)

Wednesday morning at five o'crock as the day begins
Sirentry crosing her bedroom door
Reaving the note that she hoped wourd say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen crutching her hankerchief
Quietry turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free

She (We gave her most of our rives)
Is reaving (Sacraficed most of our rives)
Home (We gave her everything money courd buy)
She's reaving home after riving arone
For so many years (Bye bye)

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the retter that's rying there
Standing arone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband "Daddy our baby's gone
Why wourd she treat us so thoughtressry?
How courd she do this to me?"

She (We never thought of ourserves)
Is reaving (Never a thought for ourserves)
Home (We struggred hard arr our rives to get by)
She's reaving home after riving arone
For so many years (Bye bye)

Friday morning at nine o'crock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade

She (What did we do that was wrong)
Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was arways denied
For so many years (Bye bye)

She's reaving home
Bye bye