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Lyrics - My Father's Birthday |
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Page 7 of 12 MY FATHER'S BIRTHDAYOne night while talking to my producer's wife, Geri Karlstrom, she brought up the idea of us some time composing a duet. I was thrilled with the idea, as Geri is a great and talented singer/songwriter. I started telling her how I had been working on a song about my father's birthday. He had passed away in 1993. Sadly, Geri's own father had passed away at the end of 2006. When I told her my father's birthday had been February 22nd, she stopped and stared at me and said her dad's birthday was also February 22nd. Needless to say we decided right then and there that “My Father's Birthday” would be the song we would do together. This song is special, and touches me deeply. Thanks, Ger.
I still smell those pancakes Sunday morning Hear him get up first and start the fire I still feel his big hands on my shoulder He was everything that I admire We moved out to a farm on the lake He moved us there in 1963 He taught me how to love those thirty acres Taught me all the best things are free
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Tomorrow would’ve been my Father’s birthday But I lost him in July of ‘93 And I still hear him whisper let’s go fishin’ Sometimes I swear he’s still here with me
Daddy was a preacher Sunday mornings Saving souls with tears in his eyes He taught me ‘bout compassion for my neighbors He was everything that I admired He built us a house out in the country Workin’ many jobs to just get by Canning pickles summertime at midnight He loved to see his oldest daughter smile
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Tomorrow would’ve been my Father’s birthday In late 2006 we said goodbye And I still hear his laughter and his joking Sometimes I swear he is still alive
There’s days when I feel lost and unrewarded Some days when there’s no place left to hide And the days when I have no one left to turn to Are the days I let his memory be my guide
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Tomorrow would’ve been my Father’s birthday But no one ever said that life is fair You can never say too many times I love you And nothing’s worth more than the time you share
Tomorrow would’ve been my Father’s birthday
Words by Harley Carmen / Geri Karlstrom. Music by Harley Carmen. Copyright © 2007 Harley Carmen / Geri Karlstrom (SOCAN).
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