[ti:My Father]
[ar:Chrissie Hynde]
[al:Tribute To Judy Collins - Born To The Breed]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]My Father - Judy Collins/Chrissie Hynde
[00:04.56]Written by：Connor Reeves/Graham Lyle
[00:09.13]My father always promised us that we would live in France
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[00:17.46]We'd go boating on the seine and I would learn to dance
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[00:25.25]We lived in Ohio then he worked in the mines
[00:32.01]
[00:33.31]On his dreams like boats we knew we'd sail in time
[00:46.15]
[00:53.03]All my sisters soon were gone to Denver and Cheyenne
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[01:01.12]Marrying their grownup dreams the lilacs and the man
[01:07.92]
[01:09.15]I stayed behind the youngest still only danced alone
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[01:17.28]The colors of my father's dreams faded without a sound
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[01:37.96]And I live in Paris now my children dance and dream
[01:44.69]
[01:45.51]Hearing the ways of a miner's life in words they've never seen
[01:52.35]
[01:53.29]I sail my memories of home like boats across the seine
[02:00.55]
[02:01.91]And watch the Paris sun set in my father's eyes again
[02:16.55]
[02:44.28]My father always promised us that we would live in France
[02:50.52]
[02:52.37]We'd go boating on the seine and I would learn to dance
[02:59.41]
[03:00.36]I sail my memories of home like boats across the seine
[03:07.67]
[03:08.73]And watch the Paris sun as it sets in my father's eyes again