Elvis Costello
My Three Sons

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


Mirror lyrics:

The humbled father of my three sons
The humble father of my three sons
Just see what I've become
That's the kind of life I've chosen
Day is closing, old men and infants are dozing

With everything that is left to me
I bless the day that you came to be
But I only curse arithmetic
Deep in the night I turn cold and sick

My, my, my three sons
Still I want it for my three sons
That's not something you can count upon
May you never have any more sorrows
Here's your pillow, go to sleep and I will follow

With everything that is left to me
I bless the day you came to be
The other cannot take away
What I give to one
I love you more than I can say

Oh no, my three sons
I can't do what can't be undone
For all the years that I might have been absent
Here's a fragment between the shame and the sentiment

The proud father of my three sons
I never thought that I'd become
Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring
Day is dawning, almost sounded like a warning


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