About the song
## **Slipping Through My Fingers: ABBA’s Heartfelt Ballad**
**ABBA’s** “Slipping Through My Fingers” is a poignant and heartfelt ballad that showcases the group’s ability to craft emotionally resonant pop music. Released in 1981 as a track on their album *The Visitors*, the song explores the bittersweet theme of a mother’s love for her growing daughter.
The song’s poignant lyrics capture the fleeting nature of childhood and the bittersweet realization that time passes all too quickly. As the narrator reflects on her daughter’s rapid growth, she expresses a sense of both joy and sadness at the changing nature of their relationship.
Musically, “Slipping Through My Fingers” is a beautifully crafted pop ballad. The song’s arrangement features a simple yet effective melody, accompanied by gentle piano chords and the group’s signature harmonies. **Agnetha Fältskog’s** vocals are particularly moving, conveying a sense of tenderness and nostalgia that is both heartfelt and powerful.
The song’s inspiration can be traced back to **Björn Ulvaeus** and **Agnetha Fältskog’s** own daughter, **Linda Ulvaeus**. As their daughter grew older, they experienced firsthand the bittersweet emotions of watching their child grow up and become more independent.
“Slipping Through My Fingers” is a timeless ballad that continues to resonate with audiences of all ages. Its poignant lyrics and beautiful melody have made it a beloved classic, reminding listeners of the preciousness of childhood and the importance of cherishing the moments we share with loved ones.
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Lyrics
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a whileThe feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girlSlipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the timeSleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t denyWhat happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t
And why, I just don’t knowSlipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the timeSometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingersSlipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile