MY FATHER'S EYES (Marie Claire D'Ubaldo)
When I was just three my father left to fight
I remember his eyes looking at me
When would [bad word] home?
I asked my mother
She'd always tell me "soon"
But one year followed the other
Candlelight casts shadows on the wall
Dark of night, footsteps in the hall [bad word] home, hold on to his memory
All I know is I feel his blood inside of me [bad word] home, like a lonesome bird that flies
In my dreams I see my father's eyes
They stopped saying his name
Mother took a lover
But I never gave up hope
Of seeing my father
I never let them see
The tears I held inside
I have my father's eyes
I have my father's pride
Someday soon, tomorrow or today
The full moon will light his way [bad word] home, hold on to his memory
All I know is I feel his blood inside of me [bad word] home, like a lonesome bird that flies
In my dreams I see my father's eyes
He'd lift me up so I could see the world go by
He'd kiss my tears away whenever I would cry
He'd always tell me that I was his little dove
But he never said goodbye
And I still feel his love