Story Behind The Song

The song is a tribute to courageous parents who regain their balance after losing a child.

Song Description

A father who has lost his daughter reveals how he is coping.

Lyrics

There's a dream that comes to me,
constant as the tides.
A little girl comes running,
her arms extended wide.
She tells me she can fly, now,
like the birds her feeder drew.
She tells me she's no longer sick.
She tells me skies are blue.

Erin at the window
named the birds she loved.
The cardinal she called Redboy,
and then came Lady Dove.
Sir Nuthatch, feeding upsidedown,
her favorite she declared.
And though her voice grew weak,
I think, the birds knew she was there.

Erin was my only child,
and I a single dad
Tried to fill her every day
with everything I had.
Now I rise at dawn to greet
her birds as they arrive.
Filling Erin's feeders
might be keeping me alive.

Erin at the window
named the birds she loved.
The cardinal she called Redboy,
and then came Lady Dove.
Sir Nuthatch, feeding upsidedown,
her favorite she declared.
And though her voice grew weak,
I think the birds knew she was there.

I don't pretend to understand
why little girls should die.
My world is a kaleidoscope
of memories and sighs.

Sir Nuthatch entertains me, now;
Redboy bids me cheer.
Lady Dove's more sombre note
pervades the atmosphere.
These little creatures never failed
to conjure Erin's smile.
I feed them with the hands that held
my precious, precious child.

Erin at the window
named the birds she loved.
The cardinal she called Redboy,
and then came Lady Dove.
Sir Nuthatch feeding upsidedown
defuses my despair.
And glancing at the window, I know Erin,
my sweet Erin, is watching there.

© 2012 Daniel V. Gribbin