Текст песни Rick Springfield - His Last Words
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My father was too weak to parry the blade As death`s scythe swept through the house one night When we were busy doing other thingsDust filled his mouth and stopped his breathAnd darkness took his soul in this familiar placeHis body, wasted by the sicknessHis spirit weary from the battleHe spoke to me, forever his sonOf all things save death: I longed to face it with himBut seeing his fearI feared to speak of itAnd though we both saw death`s dark irresistible form In the far cornerWe talked instead of evening shadows On bedroom wallsAnd so it wentThere were no proud and profound last words No bright ringing final moment of clarityHe just died We kissed his still warm face And promised foreverThe cold wind blew through the trees in my father`s yardAnd I looked for meaning