mother can i ask why my father s breath haunts him follows like a ghost every word he says why his weary face with lines cut by a knife tells me i live with a man tired of his life all the times we laughed all the times we cried i will remember them and always cherish them your grandfather did lay years before his time i was just a toddler when i first heard his lines you sat me on your lap a poet s voice unwind sorrow faded yours within looking out at mine all the times we laughed all the times we cried i will remember them and always cherish them
['canadian indie folk']