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So I had a request for an original song...
This is a song I wrote for my son right after he was born
But I've never sang it until now.
My love is like an open river where
my son and I make paper ships.
And in the evening I and he will watch the ships go by,
an Otis Redding song upon his lips.
Lips whispering sea-shanties of despair
for fallen men upon his paper decks,
For sunken ships and we do not know how to be at sea,
and so we float anew amid the wrecks.
And so we float anew amid the wrecks.
(whistling)
I do not wish that I knew how to float,
if only I can float with you.
So we will sink, and when we do, I'll build again.
And we will watch until we tire of this, too.
My love will take your every sunken boat,
And your attempts to sail away,
Just like this river does. But please, remember who your father was
when you grow old and sail away.
Just like this river does, but please, remember who your father was
upon your victorious day.
When you grow old and finally sail away, whatcha gonna do when you grow old and sail away?
(more whistling)
My love will take your every sunken boat,
and your attempts to sail away
just like this river does. But please, remember who your father was
when you grow old and sail away.
Whatcha gonna do upon your victorious day?
Whatcha gonna do when you grow old and sail away?
when you grow old and sail away?
when you grow old and sail away?