I’m an old man, my time has come
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Never had much years for anyone
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About to close the door, get the music on
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Been that way since I was young
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I turn the radio up and sing along
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Burning whirlwind and I never wore some
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Left my town and away in the world
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Harvard banned that music girl
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Do you remember?
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Remember Steve?
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Do you remember?
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Yes, I do, I will
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Got Radcliff wife who had a son
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And I kept to myself, kept the radio on
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My boy left when he could, took off on his own
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Never looked back, he’s his father’s son
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50 years later my boy’s back home
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We sit together with the radio on
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I can hardly hear, mostly gone
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Music’s in my head, I sing along
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Do you remember?
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Remember Steve?
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Remember?
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Yes, I do, I will
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He holds my hand, stays by the bed
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Same things never have been said
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I’m my father’s son, he is mine
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Hope it’s not too late for me and him this time
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This time..
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Do you remember?
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Remember Steve?
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Remember?
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Yes, I do, I will
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Remember Steve?
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Remember?
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Yes, I do, I will
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My Father's Son
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| Lucy Kaplansky |
