SONLESS FATHERS


Words and music, Roger Coghill


Verse 1:

The sun shines in the morning sky,

A glory to behold.

My own son is a falt'ring dream,

A son that I have scarcely seen

Since he was three years old.


Chorus:

We are the sonless fathers.

Our sons veiled from the light.

Dark clouds from wives

With different lives

Exclude them from our sight.


Verse 2:

We write, we text, we email them,

To try to keep in mind

Remembered joys which once we had,

Those simple toys which made them glad,

Love of a special kind.


Verse 3:

A boy without his father's love

Is all too common now.

It isn't what our nature planned:

How natural is it to be banned

Nor see one's children grow?


Verse 4:

We lose our days of walks in woods

Of cheering on their teams

The pride or pain at the end of the game.

Each season's summer went and came

All filled with empty dreams.






Verse 5:

Where are those close together days

The playing on the beach?

It's all too late to fill the slate

No chance that sons matriculate

In lessons fathers teach.


Verse 6:

There is a whole dad's army

Battalions of the banned,

Whose offspring grow but never go

Proudly to school with heart aglow

And father's friendly hand.


Verse 7:

There must be answers to this scene

Of father torn from son,

When angry wives get out their knives

To sever through our knotted lives

When they have just begun.




Verse 5:

Where are those close together days

The playing on the beach?

It's all too late to fill the slate

No chance that sons matriculate

In lessons fathers teach.


Verse 6:

There is a whole dad's army

Battalions of the banned,

Whose offspring grow but never go

Proudly to school with heart aglow

And father's friendly hand.


Verse 7:

There must be answers to this scene

Of father torn from son,

When angry wives get out their knives

To sever through our knotted lives

When they have just begun.




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