SANDRA HARTLINE

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Song For My Father

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Travelling like gypsies
in a summer sun
You played the fiddle, daddy,
And I played the drum.

Into your secret hideaways
you sometimes let me come
You played the fiddle, daddy,
while I played the drum.

Oh, I’d dress up like your darling daughter
and flash a tambourine for fun
and hang silver bells around my ears
(so I wouldn’t have to hear the drum)

On the day you died I heard
your spirit on the run
You played the fiddle, daddy,
while I played the drum.

Fiddlers drive snow white mules
through the setting sun
Drummers try to catch their fears
While they drum, drum, drum
while they dream and drum.

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