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Father Son Ballad - Linda Thompson
Twice in the month of the April
My father came to me
Son you are a man now
And no more you'll take from me
Though watching to the word be boy
Your fortune you must find
No longer shall I keep you
Saving my heart and mind
This sword is yours to carry
This sachet yours to wear
Forever to remember
Forever be contempt
And I rode way in anger
Crossing land and sea and time
To escape from such a shadow
Asking cloak and mountain side
I march trough the drum and the symbol
And to the rhythm of my blood
I saw the dance of the innocence
To famine or flag
And the living light inside me
Was doubt intend to block
By the horrors I've been witness
And the courage I did lack
Twice in the month of the April
My father came to me
Son you are a man now
And no more you'll take from me
