For My Father

[Verse 1]
This song's for my father
Whose paintings hang on my the wall
To remind me of hours
We spent watching sunset fall

[Verse 2]
In field and in forest
With brushes and paints he would stay
While I sat by the river
Fishing the hours away

[Verse 3]
From the city he'd take me
Whenever his day was free
To a farm in the country
To places all new to me

[Bridge]
And I'd never stopped wanting
Answers only a boy would need
And we questioned together
And we never disagreed

[Verse 4]
But as I grew much older
Spending hours on my own
Scorning help from my father
Believing that I was full grown

[Verse 5]
Asking nothing of elders
I slithered in silence through years
Greeting Father with laughter
And his wishes with jeers

[Bridge]
Now, we both bear time's markings
And the son is grown to a man
I spend hours with my father
And he paints when he can

[Verse 6]
And we talk of the future
Of the past, of days yet to be
And we question together
Now, we rarely disagree

[Verse 7]
So, this song's for my father
Whose paintings hang on my wall
With thanks for the hours
We spent watching sunset fall

[Verse 8]
In field and in forest
With brushes and paints he will stay
'Til the fall of the evening
Takes the colours away