Текст песни My Three Sons - Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Day
is
dawning,
almost
sounded
like
a
warning
Wind
was
rushing
through
the
trees
almost
roaring
I
never
thought
that
I'd
become
The
proud
father
of
my
three
sons
Here's
a
fragment
between
the
shame
and
the
sentiment
For
all
the
years
that
I
might
have
been
absent
I
can't
do
what
can't
be
undone
Oh
no,
my
three
sons
I
love
you
more
than
I
can
say
What
I
give
to
one
The
other
cannot
take
away
I
bless
the
day
you
came
to
be
With
everything
that
is
left
to
me
Here's
your
pillow,
go
to
sleep
and
I
will
follow
May
you
never
have
any
more
sorrows
That's
not
something
you
can
count
upon
Still
I
want
it
for
my
three
sons
My,
my,
my
three
sons
Deep
in
the
night
I
turn
cold
and
sick
But
I
only
curse
arithmetic
I
bless
the
day
that
you
came
to
be
With
everything
that
is
left
to
me
Day
is
closing,
old
men
and
infants
are
dozing
That's
the
kind
of
life
I've
chosen
Just
see
what
I've
become
The
humble
father
of
my
three
sons
The
humbled
father
of
my
three
sons
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