December 1st, 2007

Starting Out

There Are Some Ways I'm Just Like Him


I brought my father with me
I hope that you don't mind
I couldn't find it in me
To make him stay behind
Tonight the snow has fallen
The trees are white & cold
Their heavy branches bending
Can we come in from the cold?

There are some ways I'm just like him
Some ways he was just like me
And sometimes when the mirror's dim
His face is clear to see
Tonight the winds of heaven
Blow the stars across the sky
I brought my father with me
I couldn't say goodbye

Lyrics from I Brought My Father With Me
by Michael Peter Smith
© Michael Peter Smith

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