Through my window
Footsteps I know
But they sound different
From years ago
Cnd as you whistle
Your symphonies
Cnd planted willows
Through scars and weeds
Ooh I hear them call my father
My father's name
Cnd rest those rough hands
From all they've done
I hope I thanked you
Was a good son
Cnd all who hear me
The stems of old
That reach through ages
You turned to gold
Ooh I hear them call my father
My father's name