The Singer and His Son
Words and Music by Bill Pere

In the chill of autumn morning, the boy upon his knee
Would look up with bright eyes that ask "What story will it be?"
They'd sit and sing together, tell a tale or three
Young thirsty eyes drink in the world, so much of life to see...

Life has lots of lyrics, he'd learn a little at a time
How the rhythm of the music fit the harmony and rhyme
The songs would soon be over but the tale was never done
Each day's a brand new chorus for the singer and his son

Each time he'd face a crossroad, the boy would find a word
Hidden in some distant chorus somewhere that he'd heard
To help him through the paths of growing up and growing strong
Heading toward the time when he'd be writing his own song...

Life has lots of lyrics, he'd learn a little at a time
How the rhythm of the music fit the harmony and rhyme
The songs would soon be over but the tale was never done
Each day's a brand new chorus for the singer and his son

The pieces of life's puzzle for the boy fell into place
Like poetry well polished with fine music interlaced
The singer sang the lessons learned with laughter and with tears

And hoped the boy would take one simple tune with him through all his years
A day would come, the duo was just a solo act
The little boy then fully grown would cast his memories back
And recall the simple lesson of how the music of his life
Could bring a smile to someone sad some chilly autumn night...

Life has lots of lyrics, he'd learn a little at a time
How the rhythm of the music fit the harmony and rhyme
The songs would soon be over but the tale was never done
Each day's a brand new chorus for the singer and his son

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