Our tears are not of loss
But of time too quickly gone.
We'll miss our days together
Even while they're going on.
We savour old, sweet moments
When you played or when you smiled,
Nostalgic for your presence
Though you're with us all the while.
And so when once you're leaving
You'll not leave us alone,
For we will have you with us
Long, long when you are home.
...and your home is -- White Hart Lane.