Thanks Dad....
Still on the Patty Griffin kick. This one's about her dad. Sung from an old man and father's perspective. The man his children never really knew.
It took me to near the end of my father's life to understand what he went thru and appreciate him for what he gave. So, this is for my dad too. I miss you....I would add that Dad was a medic and never carried a gun. He was also a POW in Nazi Germany WW2. My mum is still alive and from my parents (and our huge family) I learned much about relationships, sacrifice, the dedication to a marriage, and doing all that fairly well, even suffering trauma, which we seemed to have an unnatural amount of. My parents, never freaked out though...they were steady, not perfect but steady holding the rudder on the Ship of Life. With my immediate family and all the other parts (including cousins, 2 & 3rd once or twice removed) I experienced more than a few lifetimes, as we always shared stories...of our own and those of greatgreatgreatgrand parents. Lives lived in Europe and the US all discussed by word of mouth, and letters or diaries written.
But this song's for Dad. He passed, a few years back, on a St. Patrick's day and this is the first year, as my son pointed out, that I wasn't affected by saddness. I believe it is because I called on him, to watch over my son. He answered my prayers and was with me for a time being, although in no way resembling the way I see ghosties and other beings. He was with me and it was beautiful while it lasted. My son had a breakthrough, a big one, which cleared a lot of his rage....So, thank you, my Father...
"
Faithful Son"
Oh, my god, I cry in fear
Afraid you have forgot me here
Afraid you haven’t gotten long
Your quiet dove and faithful son
I went to work, I worked all day
When I wanted to run, I stayed
I kept the promises I made
I kept the promises I made
Little children came and grew
Moved away and never knew
Who I was or who I am
Well, they never knew this lonely man
When those mornings came, stiff with rain
I thought the sun would never shine again
With the sleeves of my old raincoat stained
With the salt of my own tears
And I never would tell you then
So I never will tell you now
All the things that break an old man down
The real truth is I don’t know how
Oh, my god, I cry in fear
Afraid you have forgot me here
Afraid you haven’t gotten long
Your quiet dove and faithful son
Who’s seen the loneliest of days
And fought the dirtiest of ways
With the man inside who would have run away
From the promises I made