Father – Ezra Axelrod

Father – Ezra Axelrod


Father, father,
Are you hiding in these mountains?
In these parched hills?
Father, father,
Are you lost in these whitewashed canyons?
Under the lemon tree?
Above Africa, above Africa.
And they said I could find you
At the bar around the corner.
And they said that you’ve been hanging around
Too long to remember.
Father, father,
You know I’ve been searching down
Roads built by Romans,
In orchards and olive groves.
Father, father,
Can you see me from your castle?
I’m climbing these flights of stairs,
Are you watching me from up there?
Are you watching from up there?
And they said I could find you
At the bar around the corner.
And they said that you’ve been hanging around
Too long to remember.
Father, father,
Did you see your reflection in the fountain?
Smoke a cigar on the plaza,
A game of cards on the side.
Father, father,
Your rough hands look clean now,
Have you stayed away from the fields today,
Away from the fields.
And they said I could find you
At the bar around the corner.
And they said that you’ve been hanging around
Too long to remember.
Father, father,
I am here, here waiting,
I’m waiting for you.

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