The Son And The Father 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...