歌曲 | My Father Used To Sing |
歌手 | Charlie Landsborough |
专辑 | Movin' On |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My father was a common man | |
His fair is such a thing | |
An ordinary common man | |
Till he begin to sing | |
It felt like | |
Angels guided around | |
To listen to each gentle sound | |
My father use to sing | |
My father use to sing | |
Oh how I love the memories | |
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed | |
My father sings to me | |
He sang of love and everyone | |
Saw something of his heart | |
And for awhile the worries past | |
He sat then with empty arms | |
And silence fell on angry men | |
And harden eyes turned misty when | |
My father use to sing | |
My father use to sing | |
Oh how I love the memories | |
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, | |
My father sings to me | |
Music ---- | |
My father had the gift of song | |
And gave His gift to me | |
I’ve had such blessings from that gift | |
I only wish he could hear | |
Could see the pleasure and the joy | |
Gods giving to the little boy | |
Whose father use to sing | |
My Father use to | |
Sing |
My father was a common man | |
His fair is such a thing | |
An ordinary common man | |
Till he begin to sing | |
It felt like | |
Angels guided around | |
To listen to each gentle sound | |
My father use to sing | |
My father use to sing | |
Oh how I love the memories | |
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed | |
My father sings to me | |
He sang of love and everyone | |
Saw something of his heart | |
And for awhile the worries past | |
He sat then with empty arms | |
And silence fell on angry men | |
And harden eyes turned misty when | |
My father use to sing | |
My father use to sing | |
Oh how I love the memories | |
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, | |
My father sings to me | |
Music | |
My father had the gift of song | |
And gave His gift to me | |
I' ve had such blessings from that gift | |
I only wish he could hear | |
Could see the pleasure and the joy | |
Gods giving to the little boy | |
Whose father use to sing | |
My Father use to | |
Sing |
My father was a common man | |
His fair is such a thing | |
An ordinary common man | |
Till he begin to sing | |
It felt like | |
Angels guided around | |
To listen to each gentle sound | |
My father use to sing | |
My father use to sing | |
Oh how I love the memories | |
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed | |
My father sings to me | |
He sang of love and everyone | |
Saw something of his heart | |
And for awhile the worries past | |
He sat then with empty arms | |
And silence fell on angry men | |
And harden eyes turned misty when | |
My father use to sing | |
My father use to sing | |
Oh how I love the memories | |
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, | |
My father sings to me | |
Music | |
My father had the gift of song | |
And gave His gift to me | |
I' ve had such blessings from that gift | |
I only wish he could hear | |
Could see the pleasure and the joy | |
Gods giving to the little boy | |
Whose father use to sing | |
My Father use to | |
Sing |