For My Father Lyrics

This song's for my father
Whose paintings hang on my the wall
To remind me of hours
We spent watching sunset fall

In field and in forest
With brushes and paints he would stay
While I sat by the river
Fishing the hours away

From the city he'd take me
Whenever his day was free
To a farm in the country
To places all new to me

And I'd never stopped wanting
Answers only a boy would need
And we questioned together
And we never disagreed

But as I grew much older
Spending hours on my own
Scorning help from my father
Believing that I was full grown

Asking nothing of elders I slithered in silence through years
Greeting Father with laughter
And his wishes with jeers

Now, we both bear time's markings
And the son is grown to man
I spend hours with my father
And he paints when he can

And we talk of the future
Of the past, of days yet to be
And we question together
Now, we rarely disagree

So this song's for my father
Whose paintings hang on my wall
With thanks for the hours
We spent watching sunset fall

In field and in forest
With brushes and paints he will stay
'Til the fall of the evening
Takes the colours away

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