Through my window
Footsteps I know
But they sound different
From years ago
cnd as you whistle
Your symphonies
cnd planted willows
through scars and weeds

Ooh I hear them call my father
My father's name

cnd rest those rough hands
from all they've done
I hope I thanked you
Was a good son
cnd all who hear me
The stems of old
That reach through ages
You turned to gold

Ooh I hear them call my father
My father's name