Father

Today we line the streets

At least five or six people deep

We're here to see our king of peace

Through weeping eyes, down on bended knee

Look to the future, tell me, what do you see?

Unity and peace?

Or bloody bandages where the wound still bleeds?

Yes, it's rouge indeed

Will history repeat? Only time will tell

Do enemies wait like when Jayavarman fell?

Quiet in the palace gardens

Where the playboy prince held his parties

His elegant soirees

E-flat note on a saxophone floats

Down Boulevard Norodom

Our living god is gone

He was the father

And we the children

Loved like a martyr

The king has left the building

He was the father

And now his spirit's moving

Carried on the wings of a Garuda

He was the father

And we the children

Loved like a martyr

The king has left the building

He was the father

And now his spirit's moving

Today's a time for grief

Because each and every one of us have felt his incredible reach

Hands that only sought peace endeavoured to teach

Or protect the innocents, at the very least

Subjects, his children, his home, his kingdom

Fought for what little security he could bring them

Even in exile his power remained

Until today, lotus flowers scattered on the pavement

He was so gracious, patient and serene

Generous and sensitive to his people's needs

In dark times the father king thought of their interests

Now he's gone in a cloud of pagoda incense

He was the father

And we the children

Loved like a martyr

The king has left the building

He was the father

And now his spirit's moving

Carried on the wings of a Garuda

He was the father

And we the children

Loved like a martyr

The king has left the building

He was the father

And now his spirit's moving