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These lyrics are dedicated to anyone who has lost their fathers (Dec 1998 for me) and especially to some good folks that I have gotten to know musically at MacJams.
This is a song that I would've wrote if I could've wrote when I was six. It was written from a couple of perspectives. From the perspective of a child and from the perspective of an adult. One evening about 3 years ago my wife and I attended
Beanstock Music Festival in Jim Bean , Texas. It is a Singer/Songwriter festival much like The Kerrvile Folk Festival in it's earlier days. While listening to a singer/songwriter he announced a song that he wrote about his dad. Evidently he had a strained relationship with his father and sang about never being able to please him or feel loved by him. I remember thinking, 'You better have a good relationship with your children, because you never know if they are going to become songwriters, poets or bookwriters and its the only way you can influence what they write about you for all the world to read.' Anyway, I thought. If I were to ever write a song about my father what would I write? I wanted to write it from the standpoint of when I was a young boy.
One day while on the train to where I work near downtown Dallas, I remembered an event when a branch fell out of a tree and it hit my dad on the forehead. It was the first time that I ever saw him bleed. It was a moment when I got a glimpse of the mortality of life and ancient mysterious questions. Becoming aware of life and death and mortality- that sort of thing. I was really about six, but ten had a better rhyme.
At the time that I wrote this, my mother and sister were still living and they are mentioned in the song. And I really have two brothers. But since I wrote it as a ten year old I decided to keep it in context. This song is an abbreviation of it and does not include the chorus. I got to break out my West Texas influence on this song.
The photograph is of my Dad and Mother, Brace and Wanda- taken about the time that this event occurred, thereabouts.
This is a song that I would've wrote if I could've wrote when I was six. It was written from a couple of perspectives. From the perspective of a child and from the perspective of an adult. One evening about 3 years ago my wife and I attended
Beanstock Music Festival in Jim Bean , Texas. It is a Singer/Songwriter festival much like The Kerrvile Folk Festival in it's earlier days. While listening to a singer/songwriter he announced a song that he wrote about his dad. Evidently he had a strained relationship with his father and sang about never being able to please him or feel loved by him. I remember thinking, 'You better have a good relationship with your children, because you never know if they are going to become songwriters, poets or bookwriters and its the only way you can influence what they write about you for all the world to read.' Anyway, I thought. If I were to ever write a song about my father what would I write? I wanted to write it from the standpoint of when I was a young boy.
One day while on the train to where I work near downtown Dallas, I remembered an event when a branch fell out of a tree and it hit my dad on the forehead. It was the first time that I ever saw him bleed. It was a moment when I got a glimpse of the mortality of life and ancient mysterious questions. Becoming aware of life and death and mortality- that sort of thing. I was really about six, but ten had a better rhyme.
At the time that I wrote this, my mother and sister were still living and they are mentioned in the song. And I really have two brothers. But since I wrote it as a ten year old I decided to keep it in context. This song is an abbreviation of it and does not include the chorus. I got to break out my West Texas influence on this song.
The photograph is of my Dad and Mother, Brace and Wanda- taken about the time that this event occurred, thereabouts.
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Lyrics
I remember when I was ten
We were helpin move a trailer
For your best friend
When it hit a branch from a pino’n tree and
And it fell on you instead of me.
It was the first time I ever saw you bleed-
First time I thought that you were a mortal like me
First time I ever realized that we cant live forever
And someday we’re gonna die
O Daddy? Where do we go when we die?
Do we really get wings - can we really fly?
Can we really talk to Jesus like that man downtown
And do they put us in a box deep down in the ground?
Do we get to see Grandma and go whereever we please
Do we get to float around like a kite on a breeze?
And daddy if you get there before I do
Can you give us a phone call… does a postcard do?
Will you be there when I get there? Will I have to wait?
Will you buy me butterfingers and chocolate shakes?
Oh daddy!
Oh daddy?
Can you send me an angel to keep me safe
And one for my momma and my sister’s sake
And my two brothers- theyre gonna need a few
Cuz daddy when you’re gone we’re still gonna need you.
The years went by like the lines on your face.
You kept your dignity with love and grace
But you never asked if you could go
You must have considered that we'd say, no.
It’s been seven years since you have flown
And we sure are proud you called us your own
You were the calm in the storm
And the hand on the wheel
You reflected God’s love that noone can steal
Andy Wigzell © 2009
We were helpin move a trailer
For your best friend
When it hit a branch from a pino’n tree and
And it fell on you instead of me.
It was the first time I ever saw you bleed-
First time I thought that you were a mortal like me
First time I ever realized that we cant live forever
And someday we’re gonna die
O Daddy? Where do we go when we die?
Do we really get wings - can we really fly?
Can we really talk to Jesus like that man downtown
And do they put us in a box deep down in the ground?
Do we get to see Grandma and go whereever we please
Do we get to float around like a kite on a breeze?
And daddy if you get there before I do
Can you give us a phone call… does a postcard do?
Will you be there when I get there? Will I have to wait?
Will you buy me butterfingers and chocolate shakes?
Oh daddy!
Oh daddy?
Can you send me an angel to keep me safe
And one for my momma and my sister’s sake
And my two brothers- theyre gonna need a few
Cuz daddy when you’re gone we’re still gonna need you.
The years went by like the lines on your face.
You kept your dignity with love and grace
But you never asked if you could go
You must have considered that we'd say, no.
It’s been seven years since you have flown
And we sure are proud you called us your own
You were the calm in the storm
And the hand on the wheel
You reflected God’s love that noone can steal
Andy Wigzell © 2009
gail60
I have said many times in the past that I am such a daddy's girl and this song really touched my heart. The older my father gets, the more I think about losing him and it breaks my heart. This really is very precious and I thank you for sharing your heart with us. Loved the harmonies and everything about it! I hope your daddy is enjoying his wings. :0)