My Three Sons Lyrics

Day was dawning
Almost sounded like warning
Wind rushing through the trees almost roaring
Just see what I've become
The proud father of
My three sons
Here's a fragment
Between the shame and the sentiment
For all the years that I might be absent
I can't do what can't be undone
Oh no, my three sons

I love you more than I can say
What I give to one
The other cannot take away
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me
Here is your pillow
Go to sleep and I will follow
May you never have any more sorrows
But that's something you can't count upon
Still I want it for my three sons
Deep in the night I turn cold and sick
But only curse arithmetic
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me

Day is closing
Old men and infants are dozing
That's the kind of life I've chosen
Just see what I've become
The humble father of my three sons
The humbled father of my three sons