桜の季節に
今年の桜も見ないまま、父が逝ってしまった妹を早くに亡くし３年前には母を失いそして、故郷の家には誰も居なくなった僕は帰る場所を無くしたBrother Sun & Sister MoonBrother Sun, Sister MoonBrother Sun and Sister MoonI seldom see you seldom hear your tunePreoccupied with selfish miseryBrother Wind and Sister AirOpen my eyes to visions pure and fairThat I may see the glory around me.I am God's creature, of Him I am partI feel His love awakening my heart.Brother Sun and Sister MoonI now do see you, I can hear your tuneSo much in love with all that I survey. Mother of MineMother of mine you gave to me, all of my life to do as I please, I owe everything I have to you, Mother sweet mother of mine.Mother of mine when I was youngYou showed me the right way things had to be done, Without your arms where would I be, Mother sweet mother of mine.Mother you gave me happiness, much more than words can say, I thank the lord let me breathe with you, every night and every day.Mother of mine now I am grown and I can walk straight all on my own, I'd like to give you what you gave to me, Mother sweet mother of mine.Mother of mine now I am grown and I can walk straight all on my own, I'd like to give you what you gave to me, Mother sweet mother of mine.Mother sweet mother of mineMy Father's ChairMy father's chair's still standing thereAll alone since the long nightNow it's three years on and I still feelHe'll come home, we'll be alrightSo where's this healing time bringsI was told the pain would easeBut it still hurts like the first nightThat night my brother, my mother and IWere looking up at a distant starAnd wishing we could reach that farAnd back in the houseAnd alone for the first timeWe told each other we caredWe avoided my father's chairI watch my family, we hold onWe are strong and we'll be alrightThe clock continues counting down,All the whileAnd every child will share the long nightBut do the spirits meet againWhy am I still so filled with doubtIs my soul everlastingAnd the far distant futureWhen I knew you'd be goneCame too fast and stays too longWhy do they leave the weak of spiritAnd take the strongBut wherein the world turns sourAnd I get sick from the smellAnd I can't find no comfort thereI climb into my father's chair
