Dan Hill - Memories
Memories Of When I Was A Little Boy, Four Years Old,
Wondering What He's Thinking Of,
Waiting For My Daddy To Come Home,
And Now I Look Into The Eyes Of My Own Son,
Waiting At The Window When I Come Home.
He Reaches Out His Tiny Hand;
I Feel The Bond 'tween Boy And Man.
Watch His Eyes Fill Up With Joy And Wonder.
Not Knowing How To Comfort Her,
Memories Of My Mom Cryin', My Daddy Gone For Weeks At A Time,
Facin' My Pillow, Pretendin' Not To Hear.
Now I Write This Letter To My Little Boy.
I'm Far Away, Not Knowing Really What To Say
Except, "i'm Sorry, Oh So Sorry."
I Don't Want To Make These Same
Still His Voice Rolls Off My Tongue
Mistakes My Daddy Made With Me.
When I Say, "boy, Protect Your Mom."
Memories Of My Wife Cryin' On The Phone
Wonderin' When I'm Coming Home.
My Voice Sounds Detached And Cold,
When I Needed Him To Be
Reminds Me Of Someone That I Knew;
He Had A Funny Attitude
And I Don't Want To Make The Same
All The Things Only A Daddy Could Be To Me.
Mistakes My Daddy Made With Me.
When I Say, "not Now, I'm Busy Son."
Still His Voice Rolls Off My Tongue
Tryin' To Explain How A Man Can Cry
Memories Of Lying In Bed With My Wife And Son,
Overwhelmed By So Much Love,
Yet Still Be Happy,
Thinking Of All The Dumb Mistakes I've Made.
I Love You Daddy.
He Did The Best With What He Knew.
Now I Understand My Father's Pain;
I Watched My Son Fall Asleep
When Years From Now He Sees His Son
And Wonder What He'll Think Of Me
Reachin' Out His Tiny Hands For Love.
All Songs Transcribed By Sean Wang
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