Текст песни When My Daddy Played - Troy Cassar-Daley

I use to visit my Dad on the holidays
Couldn't wait to get out of that car and see his smiling face
Even though him and mum couldn't work it out
I always felt comfortable in his little place
Yeah, I felt safe
First night there I cried from home
He'd get out his guitar and every fear I had was gone
When my daddy played his old guitar and I'd
Watch his fingers dance across the fretboard
Like I'd never seen before
So loud and clear
It caught my ear
And every song he'd play
Left me wanting more
Yeah I just couldn't believe the sound it made
When my daddy played
Well a couple of years came and went
And I still cherish the time we'd spend in sorry hills
Nan cooking away downstairs
A little boy sitting with bushy blonde hair says
What can I do? Nan can I cook with you?
And dad would take his guitar from its case
These memories are things I will never replace
Now his old guitar has become my best friend
As I played across this country anywhere
And what I'd do to be back there again
I use to visit my dad in the holidays
I couldn't wait to get out of that car and see his smiling face