Montag, 17. Januar 2011

Papa sit down + hear my song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbqF6Xv1mNU
O, Papa sit down, and hear my song.
O, and if you feel like it then please sing along
No nothing that I wanna say, I haven’t said before
But to use your words, you can never be to sure

See, even though. I don’t always show.. I’m glad that you’re along.
Said I’m glad that your're around

O sonny, so strange, to hear and see
That someone so different is, a soul like me.
You may have gone right, where I would have gone left.
But son, that’s alright. I will always have your back
See even though. I don’t always show.
I’m proud of you, my son.

Old days, and all of the new wanting to be like you.

[Chorus]
Every time I look at you. I see myself. I’m so proud of you.
For you help make me what I am.
A better man.
I’m just so proud of you.

Alain: O dad, your views in life. Tell me how they came to be.
Well see, I didn’t know my father like the way that you know me.
Dane: Son, life is just too short. For us to never be in touch.
That’s why I Want to tell you that I love you very much.
Oh even though, I don’t always show. You know
And I want you to know that.

[Chorus]
Every time I look at you. I see myself. I’m so proud of you.
For you help make me what I am.
A better man.
I’m just so proud of you.

I’m here and I’ll be if I can A father and a friend.

Every time I look at you.

[Chorus]
Every time I look at you. I see myself. I’m so proud of you.
For you help make me what I am.
A better man.
I’m just so proud of you.
You know that one day too I ll be walking in your shoes
Yeah and I know that you'll do fine cause you're a son of mine
Oh Hey papa tell me what you've learned so that I don't get my fingers burned
Son you'll see that as you go you'll make mistakes of your own
But that's oke man see you live and you learn
You live and you learn

Für alle Väter + Söhne!
Danke, liebe Andrea

2 Kommentare:

A. hat gesagt…

April

Du gingst als großer Engel neben mir.
Ich spürte deine ruhige Zärtlichkeit.
Wo kamst du her?

Du sagtest, dass du für uns Sorge trägst.
Die Macht der Engel reicht sehr weit.
Wer war ich dir?

Bin ich dir Vater noch und du mir Sohn?
Der du mich leuchtend überragst,
wer bist du mir?

Ein Engel, ja. Und doch bist du mein Kind.
Du wurdest dir zu leicht.
Ich bin mir zu schwer.

Gert Heidenreich

(Liebe Frau Gérard, an dieses Gedicht mußte ich beim Lesen der schönen Zeilen denken.

Ihr Blog ist und bleibt wundervoll.)

Gabriele hat gesagt…

Vielen Dank! Ich freue mich immer sehr über ein feed-back. Das macht Mut, weiterzumachen...Tag für Tag!
Herzliche Grüße
Gabriele