I still see you there, in your little room
Playing all by yourself, humming a lullaby
Though you’re far away, you will always be
Deep in the soul of me, I still hear your little cry
And there’s a place far away, still together we’ll be
Through the fields we will run, hand and hand in the sun
We will laugh and we’ll sing and when the day turns to night
I will sing you to sleep, I will kiss you goodnight
I went in today, to your little room
I looked to the place you lied as tears filled my searching eyes
I whispered out your name and listened carefully
I wanted to hear your cry but all that I heard was mine
If there’s a place far away, where your spirit has gone
Then I want to be there, for there is my home
I cannot escape your young questioning eyes
Looking to me for help, looking to me for life
And you held out your hand, and you whispered “I’m scared”
Everything is okay, for your daddy is here…
My child slipped away . . .
My child passed away . . .
Still you passed away . . .
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth