Hours

Father I know your pride
I will hold the light
When your eyes get weak
When your hands shake like the leaves
In the flaming trees
And bend like weed in the wind
I will turn the pages

Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour

Father I know the songs you loved
That I danced to as a child
I will play them all, sing them
Over and over
In warm dark Spanish nights

Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour

I will paint the sky in the ceiling
And the sunset on the wall
Every gift you'll know
Know the meaning
Feel it in your blood and your bone

Hour after hour
I will turn the pages
I will hold the light
I will paint the sunset
On the bedroom wall