elvis costello
my three sons
Day is dawning Almost sounded like a warning Wind was rushing through the trees almost falling I never thought that I'd become The proud father of my three sons  Years of fragment Between the shame and the sentiment For all the years that I might have been absent I can't do what can't be undone Oh no, my three songs  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's your pillow Go to sleep and I will follow May you never have anymore sorrows That's not something that you can count upon Still I want it for my three sons My, my, my three sons  Deep in the night I turn cold and sick But I only curse arithmetic I bless the day that you came to be With everything that is left to me  Day is closing Old men and infants are dosing That's the kind of life I've chosen To see what I've become The humble father of my three sons The humbled father of my three sons