A song about a sailor who wants his son to follow in his footsteps but the son wants to be a sculptor. Sung with my son, Alex Whitler.
singer
songwriter
acoustic
beatles
music
florida
new york
love songs
writer
college performer
larry whitler
robin macblane
Lyrics
Son, please don't refuse this gift.
You know I'm gettin' older and it's time for me to quit.
For my hands are not as steady,
And my mind is not as quick.
And I fear my dream will die with me.
You must agree with this---
Dad, please don't rely on me.
I never could convince you it's a sculptor I must be.
For my hands are surely steady,
But my mind is not at sea.
And I fear your dream must lie with you
As old as you may be---
Why, oh Lord, didn't you bless my son like me?
Dad, don't blame the Lord, I'm blessed as much as thee.
Tell me how, when your heart won't yearn the sea?
Dad, I'm blessed with you as you are blessed with me---
Son, then what shall be our fate?
Dad, you'll sail the final sea and I will be your mate.
But my hands are not as steady.
But you shall not be alone.
Then together let us sail away.
And I'll capture it in stone---
Why, oh Lord, didn't you bless my son like me?
Dad, don't blame the Lord, I'm blessed as much as thee.
Tell me how, when your heart won't yearn the sea?
Dad, I'm blessed with you as you are blessed with me---
Why, oh Lord, didn't you bless my son like me?
Dad, don't blame the Lord, I'm blessed as much as thee.
Tell me how, when your heart won't yearn the sea?
Dad, I'm blessed with you as you are blessed with me---