The Son and The Father — текст песни (Chris De Burgh)

I was walking down that road, to the place that was my home,
And the memories of a life go on forever,
Here`s the village, here`s the sea and here`s the place where it began,
When I found myself in the arms of Lady Madonna,
And then I listen for those footsteps, coming down the hall,
A father to his young boy, who was hurting from a fall,
You must have heard me crying, you must have dried my tears,
But you know, I just can`t remember, just can`t remember,
The son and the father, the son and the father;

Now I`m walking with my boy through the place that is our home,
And the memories of his life are growing forever,
And I`m looking through his eyes at all the wonders of the world,
Then hand in hand we will make this journey together;
And we will talk of men and pirates, and heroes in the dark,
I will tell him of the hungers and the mysteries of the heart,
And I will always hear you crying, I will always dry your tears;

And I pray you`ll always remember, always forever
The son and the father, the son and the father...