Don't know what to make of these times
Don't know what to make of this town
Father, a song for my mother
A song for my hometown, a song for this town

In a dream I wrote a song
The sun behind this land was gone
And the robots sang
The headland's hushed, the flowers are burned
And to this my voice I will turn
In this place I'll stand

Robots marching through town
The headland sinking without sound
Father, a song for my mother
A song for my hometown, a song for this town

In a dream I wrote a song
The sun behind this land was gone
And the robots sang
The headland's hushed, the flowers are burned
And to this my voice will turn
In this place I'll stand

Song for my Father

I know there to sail your heart must be true
And that the ocean is a mirror, listening in blue
I'm alone now as the branches, as faint now as the leaves
The aeroplane is a dream and the pilot is me

We are running north and south
The world's a window, I'm looking out
And the trees now are only trees
The wind is just wind, the sea the sea

Of the moon, I can say it's round
Of song, I can say it's sound
On the land, my heart is silent
But over sea I hear it pound
And I know that this is the circle now of my days
But I will hover over oceans for generations
Until I fade

We are running north and south
The world's a window, I'm looking out
And the trees now are only trees
The wind is just wind, the sea the sea

We are running north and south
The world's a window; I'm climbing out

Benjamin Roche

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