My Three Sons

Day is dawning
Almost sounded like a warning
Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring
I never thought that I’d become
The proud father of
My three sons
Here’s a fragment
Between the shame and the sentiment
For all the years that I might have been absent
I can’t do what can’t be undone
Oh no, my three sons
I love you more than I can say
What I give to one
The other cannot take away
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me
Here’s your pillow
Go to sleep and I will follow
May you never have any more sorrows
That’s not something you can count upon
Still I want it for my three sons
My my
My three sons
Deep in the night I turn cold and sick
But I only curse arithmetic
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me
Day is dawning
Almost sounded like a warning
Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring
I never thought that I’d become
The proud father of
My three sons