The Passion Billy Bragg

The fear of a daughter runs high
In the mind of a father to be
For something he's growing inside
But we don't talk about it, do we?

In the long empty passionless night
Many times to herself she has prayed
That the baby will love her much more
Than the big boy who stole her away

And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
Just what it would take a child a night to learn
And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
Just what it would take a child a night to learn

It pains her to know that some things will never be right
That the baby is just someone else to take sides in the fight

Harsh words between bride and groom
Distance is greater each day
He smokes alone in the next room
And she knits her life away

And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
Just what it would take a child a night to learn
And sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn
Just what it would take a child a night to learn