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Judy Collins. . Original lyrics by Judy Collins. . My father always promised me. That we would live in France. We'd go boating on the Seine. And I would learn to dance. . We lived in Ohio
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When you're the father of boys,. How you worry,. But when you're the father of girls,. You do more than that,. You Pray! From the time of diaper and pin,. 'Till the time they cry, "don't come in
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stay an honest lovin' son Son of my father. Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packed. Son of my father. Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'. Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts
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Bài hát Father - The Samans. It's the profile of the mountains on your weighted back. The hoar frost is falling on your hair that is no more black. Your wrinkles had been written trials and
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some fancy ship. Into another place. Such an expensive trip. But she didn’t make me pay for it with my money. Chorus. Oh, it’s the sins of my father. He left a debt to his son. To pay the girl who’s a
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some fancy ship. Into another place. Such an expensive trip. But she didn’t make me pay for it with my money. Chorus. Oh, it’s the sins of my father. He left a debt to his son. To pay the girl who’s a
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Back when I was a child. Before life removed all the innocence. My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me . And then. Spin me around 'till I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he
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Back when I was a child. Before life removed all the innocence. My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me . And then. Spin me around 'till I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he
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lot like me back then. . I'm seein' my father in me, I guess that's how it's meant to be. And I find I'm more and more like him each day. I notice I walk the way he walks I notice I talk the way he
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lot like me back then. . I'm seein' my father in me, I guess that's how it's meant to be. And I find I'm more and more like him each day. I notice I walk the way he walks I notice I talk the way he
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Lead me Father, with the staff of life. Give me the strength for a song. That the words I sing might more strength bring. To help some poor troubled, weary worker along When my way is light but I
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Steady girl on your feet. You and your wonderings. Bread can feed a few. So can some cartoons. . So it ends so it begins. I'm my father's son. Plant another seed of hate. In a trusting virgin
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She sits alone, an empty stare. A mother's face she wears. Where did she go wrong,. The fight is gone. Lord help this broken home. . Hey, mother, father, sister. Hey, come back, tryin
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Steady girl on your feet. You and your wonderings. Bread can feed a few. So can some cartoons. . So it ends so it begins. I'm my father's son. Plant another seed of hate. In a trusting virgin
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Father hold father. I know, he hasn't been easyTo be there for me. Hold my father, hold father. I know, he hasn't been easy,But you will stay in my mind always. Fasted for the boys,I was stays to
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Whatever you are you're going to be. Whatever you are is all right with me. Youre going to be what you want anyway. These are the words I heard my father say. When I was a young girl and shy of
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no good you getting angry. We must try to act our age. You're pursuing your convictions. Like some hermit in a cage You're the son of your father. Try a little bit harder. Do for me as he would do
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. Though my father was a poor man he owned a wealth of friends So take these boots that shine like Judas silver. And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled roads. While the rain falls on a field of
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Father. It's not time to make a change,. Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault,. There's so much you have to know. Find a girl, settle down,. If you want you can marry
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In my father's house are many mansions. If it were not true he would have told me so. He has gone away to live in that bright city. He's preparing me a mansion there I know Jesus died upon the cros
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Written by dennis deyoung. Lead vocals by dennis deyoung. . Father. You're a sad old man. Your tawdry vest is gray. . Memories. Of a former man. Are all your words convey. . Father. Oh
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She sits alone, an empty stare. A mother's face she wears. Where did she go wrong,. The fight is gone. Lord help this broken home. . Hey, mother, father, sister. Hey, come back, tryin