My Father was a whistler.
Whistler [J. Stevens]
long ago and far away/ When I was just a child at play/ I could always hear my father as he was walking home/ As he turned the corner I heard his high sweet tone
[chorus] He was a whistler My Daddy was a whistler
His choice was mostly classical sometimes jazz/ His rhythm was pure styl INVALID , his tone was strictly class/ It always made me happy to hear those melodies drifting in the twilight/ It always made me feel like everything was gonna be alright
Now that I am older, children on my own/ Now it's been some time since my dad has passed away and gone/ This music is my heart's desire, this rhythm is my daily bread/ These thoughts of my Father and this sweet soul music swirlin' round my head