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How Do You Tell a Small Boy?

Lance Lindsay
Lingua: Inglese



His hair was long and it tumbled down
across his face like a tiny clown
He stared at me with a funny look,
as he held to a comic book,
I thought I'd cry, but dads don't cry

His words were short, with a question why,
are you the lost man that makes Mama cry?
Have you come home to be my dad,
maybe mum now won't be so sad,
don't you know we missed you so?

How do you till a small boy that you had to go to war?
that you spent most of your time on a prison floor,
and that you wanted to be with him most of all
Sometimes late at night you swear that you heard him call

Sat on a bench and we talked a lot
'bout his first bike, that his mum had bought
his first day at school and his best friend Joe,
whose dad first took them to see the snow,
how could he know, I couldn't go?

I tried to explain the reason why I wasn't there,
but I dared not try
You can't make up for the time he's lost
when he needed me he payed the cost,
I wasn't there -- no time to spare

How do you till a small boy that you had to go to war?
that you spent most of your time on a prison floor,
and that you wanted to be with him most of all
Sometimes late at night you swear that you heard him call

Son, I'm home now, I plan to stay
Your Mom, you and I, we're gonna play
Win or lose, we'll be together
from now on we'll help each other
It's OK now, go and play
I've come home to stay


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