Elvis Costello

My Three Sons:

Day was dawning
Almost sounded like warning
Wind rushing through the trees almost roaring
Just see what I ve become
The proud father of
My three sons

Here s a fragment
Between the shame and the sentiment
For all the years that I might be absent
I can t do what can t be undone
Oh no, my three sons

I love you more than I can say
What I give to one
The other cannot take away
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me

Here is your pillow
Go to sleep and I will follow
May you never have any more sorrows
But that s something you can t count upon
Still I want it for my three sons

Deep in the night I turn cold and sick
But only curse arithmetic
I bless the day you came to be
With everything that is left to me

Day is closing
Old men and infants are dozing
That s the kind of life I ve chosen
Just see what I ve become
The humble father of my three sons
The humbled father of my three sons