The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
The Cowsills
Traveled for many years
He traveled across the seas
Great ships taking him far, far away
Left her, so many times he left her
The children waved goodbye
Mom always cried right inside
She cried (she had pride)
Upon returning home one day
Bought a guitar for his son to play
Within a year, we strummed and we sang
Everyone smiled as the harmonies rang
All through the house, all the melodies sang
Years passed, we found a home
And at last a house across the lake
Swing on a vine in the woods
Ocean, but how we missed the ocean
He said, "Pack up, we'll go back to the island, our home."
He took us home (He took us home)
Once back home the music had grown
Citizens waited in line to be shown
The family group was good, all agreed
But nobody helped out the man and his dream
Everyone laughed at the man and his dream
He walked for miles up and down New York streets
Selling the songs on the tape and his sheet
Strange looks from record company heads
"Later on you'll regret it", he said
And later on they remembered, he says
Father, we'd like to thank you
Father, and so we thank you
Father, we'd like to say we love you
Father was written by Bob Cowsill & Paul Cowsill.
Father was produced by Bob Cowsill.