This is my offering to add to the "marry in haste, repent at leisure" category of folk song!
It was my Dad's favourite, so this is for him, wherever he is.
Oh I knew when, when I first loved you,
That the price I'd pay was having to let you go.
I never stalled you, when duty called you,
I'd kiss you warm enough to keep you through the cold.
And you never were, one for farewells love,
So I'd wake those days to find myself alone
All those times not one goodbye love,
All you'd leave behind you were your footsteps in the snow.
And my Mother warned, never love a soldier,
All he'll do is leave you for some early foreign grave;
Even if he lives love, he'll live only for the gun,
you'll have lost you love to the wars either way.
Oh your son he is nearly fourteen,
And, by god, he looks like you when you were a lad...
And he's growing, he's not a boy but he,
Oh he'll need a father to teach him how to be a man.
And your daughter, you've barely seen her
And yet still she asks about you all the time.
And you may as well have been a stranger,
But you're that stranger in her prayers every night.
As a man you, you're just an echo.
As insubstantial as your brief letters home...
And as a father, you're just a shadow
You're little more to us than footsteps in the snow.
from Rise Aurora
released December 1, 2016
Words & music by Rosie Hodgson.
Arranged by Rowan Piggott.
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