My Father Eyes - Marie Claire D'Ubaldo

When I was just three my father left to fight

I remember his eyes looking at me

When would he come home?

I asked my mother

She’d always tell me «soon»

But one year followed the other

Candlelight casts shadows on the wall

Dark of night, footsteps in the hall

He’ll come home, hold on to his memory

All I know is I feel his blood inside of me

He’ll come home, like a lonesome bird that flies

In my dreams I see my father’s eyes

They stopped saying his name

Mother took a lover

But I never gave up hope

Of seeing my father

I never let them see

The tears I held inside

I have my father’s eyes

I have my father’s pride

Someday soon, tomorrow or today

The full moon will light his way

He’ll come home, hold on to his memory

All I know is I feel his blood inside of me

He’ll come home, like a lonesome bird that flies

In my dreams I see my father’s eyes

He’d lift me up so I could see the world go by

He’d kiss my tears away whenever I would cry

He’d always tell me that I was his little dove

But he never said goodbye

And I still feel his love