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Written and produced by Benny Andersson / Björn Ulvaeus. Third single release from Josefin's Shapes album in 1993 There's an old man throwing breadcrumbs to the sparrows Sitting on a bench beside the children's playground And he nods, and he smiles as he hears the careless laughter As I sit and watch the old man and the children There's a cold and lonely feeling running through me It is late in the day, and the air is getting chilly And it's time to go home, soon the shadows will be falling And I'll spend another night Waiting for the morning light Like so many nights before 'Til his key is in the door I'm amazed at all his words Soaring like the flight of birds But the message they can bring Is the flutter of a wing Making ripples in an ocean Where the whales have ceased to sing Down the slide she comes, my sister's youngest daughter Giggles ringing in the air like clear blue water And her hand is so warm and so confident and sandy Lately, I've a constant need to see them happy Something breaks whenever one of them is crying Looking back as we leave, I can see the bench is empty But the sparrows remain and as ever keep on searching And I'll spend another night Waiting for the morning light Like so many nights before 'Til his key is in the door I'm amazed at all his words Soaring like the flight of birds But the message they can bring Is the flutter of a wing Making ripples in an ocean Where the whales have ceased to sing (ABBA) Josefin Nilsson - Where The Whales Have Ceased To Sing (Stereo) Live #abba #abbavoyage #svenska
