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The Father's Song

Ewan MacColl
Lingua: Inglese


Ewan MacColl


That's another day gone by, son. Close your eyes
For the moon is chasing clouds across the skies
Go to sleep and have no fear, son
For your Mam and Dad are near, son
And the giants just a shadow on the wall

Go to sleep and when you wake it will be light
There's no need to fear the darkness of the night
It's not like the dark you'll find, son
In the depths of some men's minds, son
That defies the daily coming of the dawn

Lie easy in your bed and grow up strong
You'll be needing all your strength before too long
For you'll soon be on your way, son
Fighting battles every day, son
'Gainst an enemy who thinks he owns the world

Stop your crying now let Daddy dry your tears
There's no bogeymen to get you never fear
There's no ogres, wicked witches -
Only dirty sons of bitches
Waiting to exploit your life away

Don't let them buy you out or break your pride
Don't let yourself be used and cast aside
If you listen to their lying
They will con you into dying
You won't even know that you were once alive

No more talking now it's time to go to sleep
There are answers to your questions but they'll keep
Keep on asking as you grow, son
Keep on asking till you know, son
Then send the answer ringing round the world



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