My Three Sons - Elvis Costello, The Imposters

Day is dawning

Almost sounded like a warning

Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring

I never thought that I’d become

The proud father of

My three sons

Here’s a fragment

Between the shame and the sentiment

For all the years that I might have been absent

I can’t do what can’t be undone

Oh no, my three sons

I love you more than I can say

What I give to one

The other cannot take away

I bless the day you came to be

With everything that is left to me

Here’s your pillow

Go to sleep and I will follow

May you never have any more sorrows

That’s not something you can count upon

Still I want it for my three sons

My my

My three sons

Deep in the night I turn cold and sick

But I only curse arithmetic

I bless the day you came to be

With everything that is left to me

Day is dawning

Almost sounded like a warning

Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring

I never thought that I’d become

The proud father of

My three sons