Lyrics

Maybe it's worth mentioning that this song was for a version of Little Women where Father is writing to his daughters...



Father's Letter

It's a Sunday night
And if you were here
You could hear the snow
Falling all around
With every dawn
The guns begin
And the shooting slows
As the sun goes down

And the days go by quite fast
For my time is not my own
While my hands perform each task
In my mind I am with you
There at home

I am sitting here
With the little lamp
Which we used to keep
By the fireside
As I write to you
It's a bit of warmth
And reminds me of
A warmer time

But my time is not my own
There is endless work to do
As this war drags on and on
In my heart I am at home
There with you
With you
With you