Fathers

Here's a lonesome song

Here's a lonesome song

For all the fathers up in heaven

Dead and gone

 

What should we do?

What should we do?

When the angels and the saints

All look like you

Who will save your empires?

Who will run your farms?

Who will hold the kingdom?

Or a newborn in his arms?

The soul is like a river

And the water holy truth

But we're left out in this ocean

Of a darker blues

Here's a lonesome song

Here's a lonesome song

For all the fathers up in heaven

That are gone