Father

Father, tell me
How was mother?
For I was only three
When she past away
Parfume, roses, apple pie
Make me sad I don’t know why
May be it’s when they’re around
I feel she’d never die
Never die?
Oh Father, tell me
Was she pretty?
In all my children’s dream
She looks like a queen
Father, tell me
was she happy,
when she was still arround
here with you and me?
Nursery, rhythms and baby cry
Make she sad I don’t know why
May be she knew long ago
That she had to leave
Had to leave?
Oh Father,
I can see here her
right before me
And it’s like yesterday
that she went away…
Oh Father…,
Tell me…
And it’s like yesterday
that she went away…
Oh Father…,
Tell me…
And it’s like yesterday
that she went away…