JIMBO
Lyrics by Roger Coghill
Go home and sleep. He won’t be born ‘til morning.
But morning came. When I arrive he’s breathing.
No, I never saw his birthing.
My little son was born without my love.
The years go by. So slowly , yet so quickly.
Getting and spending, squandering our lifetimes.
So I never saw his wedding.
My little son was wed without my love.
Chorus
I keep a postcard in my drawer
Written many years before.
Sorry dad, I didn’t write before.
We’ll meet up soon for sure.
Flying high and loving every moment
My busy son finds other occupations.
So I never saw his flying
My little son grew tall without my love.
Cancer comes so quietly without warning
And doesn’t mind whoever’s life it’s parting.
So I never saw his dying.
My little son was gone without my love.
Chorus.
I keep a postcard in my drawer
Written many years before.
Sorry dad, I didn’t write before.
We’ll meet up soon for sure.
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