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In Memory |
© Michael Peter Smith

I brought my father with me
I hope that you don't mind
I couldn't find it in me
To make him stay behind
Tonight the snow has fallen
The trees are white and old
Their heavy branches bending
Can we come in from the cold?

I brought my father with me
Though it's been many years
Since he'd go down to Dolan's
For a shot and a couple of beers
When he'd take me with him
And he'd buy me a coke
It surely made my day
Now I take my father with me
Turnabout's fair play

Car trips to Pennsylvania
When all of us would sing
He sang Bells Of Saint Mary's
And he sounded just like Bing
Summer days down at the shore
Remembering how he
Would bless himself with foam before
He'd dive into the sea

There are some ways I'm just like him
Some ways he was just like me
And sometimes when the mirror's dim
His face is clear to see
Tonight the winds of heaven
Blow the stars across the sky
I brought my father with me
I couldn't say goodbye

Recorded on: Michael Margaret Pat & Kate, Time, Such Things are Finely Done, Just Plain Folk

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