What about my father?
He's gone so far away.
What song can reach him?
What song can reach him?
I can't say.
He's like a little child.
Just like a little child,
Sleeping where he lay.
Shouldn't he have a morning?
Shouldn't he have a day?
I remember that morning.
It was such a sunny day.
You sang, and you smiled.
I tried to sing along.
Back then I was the child,
And you gave me my first song.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
Shouldn't you have a morning?
Shouldn't you have a day?
What was it that I knew then
That I let myself forget?
Wasn't my sunrise you then
And isn't this my sunset?
Shouldn't you have a morning?
Shouldn't you have a dawn?
Shouldn't you have a sunrise?
Shouldn't you have a song?
You can forget me,
But forget your sorrow too.
How can my heart let me,
Let me let go of you?
What about my father?
He's gone so far away.
How can I let the dead bury you?
How can I stand apart?
How can I watch as that hopeful child
Loses the hope of his heart?
Your hands lie so harmlessly
On a forgiven breast.
You became like a child to me,
Innocent and blest.
Now, isn't there a heart that's all knowing?
And I know what that heart would do.
Wouldn't it tremble, tremble and break,
Break like a morning for you?
What about my father?
He's gone so far away.
What song can reach you?
What song can reach you where you lay?
Shouldn't you have a morning?
Shouldn't you have a morning?
Shouldn't you have a morning?
Shouldn't you have a day?