You, you took me down

To the part of town

Where your father lived


And you, you took my hand

And spoke of foreign lands

Where you’d never been


And you, you sang me songs

Some of them were long

And some of them were blue


And you, you told me tales

Some of them were tall

But some of them were true


You, you held me high

When I would cry

You made me do my best


And you, you’d kiss my cheek

When I was weak

You’d put my mind at rest


And you of summer walks

And evening talks

In wicker rocking chairs


And you of many years

And many fears

And, oh, so many prayers


Now, you, of laughing, loving eyes

Still brighter than the skies

Still tender, ever true


You have put upon my tongue

A poem long unsung

Until now sung for you

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP