My Three Sons (Album Version)

My Three Sons (Album Version) - Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)

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 that you came to be

With everything that is left to me

Day is closing

Old men and infants are dozing

That's the kind of life I've chosen

Just see what I've become

The humble father of my three sons

The humbled father of my three sons