Our father
Was a meat cutter
Every Thursday night
His check went to our mother
She’d say it’s hard to feed
These growin’ fledglings mouths
And we need to fix the shingles
That have blown off this creaky house
And they’d fight
Never once against each other
Shoulder to shoulder
Aside one another
Couldn’t make out
All they had to say
In the darkness of those nights
Always quiet never loud
But I could hear ‘em pray
Lord bless us with a brand new day
And so it’s been
Since so far back when
Sixty five years have passed away
But I can still hear ‘em pray
Lord bless us with a brand new day
Just the two of them Sent from my iPhone