A song closely modeled on my father’s life, based on tales he related to me.
CHORUS
My son, my son, see what I have done
A heart that was clouded has lt in the sun
My Son, my son, I’ve hardly begin to tell you of my living
VERSE 1
Come listen my boy, come sit by my side
You’ve offered your ear and to you I’ll confide
The story I tell is a tale old and new
You’ve asked and I’ll tell to to you.
Written about my beloved Mémère on the first anniversary of her passing, this song hints of the beautiful French hymn, Beau Ciel.
VERSE 1
O my Memère, I can still see you walking
Among the red raspberry bushes, plucking rosebugs off the leaves
And on your knees pulling weeds from ’round the statue of Mary.
CHORUS
Auprès de Dieu je vous cherche, mon amie
Auprès de Dieu je vous cherche, mon amour
(French) A young man is crushed to find his girl would rather work in the garden than go out on the town!
CHORUS
Coudons, ‘tit Pierre, d’abords, arrête tes folies!
C’est pas si mal que tu le pense. Courage, mon ami!
LA vie passe so vitte y faut la poignée par le cou
On a p'as d’temps a babouner. Écoute que-c’est qu’on dit!
VERSE 1
J’ai un ‘p’tit frère, je l’appelle ‘Tit Pierre
Y’ai toute plein des histoires douloureuses
Y’avait une chicane avec sa bell, Gillimane
Y soupir comme y’a perdu toute espoir.
(French) A tired father tries to get his baby to sleep, trying everything!
CHORUS
Fa dodo, mon cher petit
C;’est le milieu de la nuit!
Ferme tes yeux, taisez vos cris
J’veux retourner à mon lit!