Tadhg Williams - My Father's Clouds Lyrics

Richard Hawley and a comfy chair
All my friends sitting across from me, yeah
A bowl of chips between the six of us
A pint, a coffee, or a mug of tea

Later on, we'll move outside
Into a cloud of smoking chit chat
Some bitch on the balcony is talking smack
And a black cat appears down the rusted roof

You did the same when you were my age
Now I'm in the shadow of my father's clouds
My father's clouds, my father's clouds, my father's clouds

And on a Saturday morning
When we're supposed to be sleeping
Here I am with you
Drinking coffee with your friends
And talking about Leonard Cohen
And all the other acts above our heads

Well young John where would you rather be
Thirty years later with your son
Sitting in the same cloud of smoking chit chat
You raised me as my father's son

You did the same when you were my age
Now I'm in the shadow of my father's clouds
My father's clouds, my father's clouds, my father's clouds