Ralph McTell
daddys here
Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
Pausing in the hall and at the door
'Cos I know Daddy's here
I can tell that he's there.
And that means she'll be glad
Until we're in bed then she's alone
For there are things they have to say
And we are sent away.
Mama, the room is cold and he is scared
I am too, and you're not there.
How could we know you'd only took a walk
To a neighbour for a quiet talk.
Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone walls
Outside in the hall the old dog growls
And we're in bed playing guessing games
Telling stories, making plans.
Radio, celery and Sunday tea
It is nicer here, just us three
And I know he won't come again
There is no need to explain.
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- Miscellaneous
- The Best Of
- 8 Frames a Second: Expanded Edition
- The Best of Ralph McTell
- Affairs of the Heart
- The Definitive Transatlantic Collection
- Live At Troubadour Festival 1997
- Affairs of the Heart: A Collection of His Love Songs
- Somewhere Down The Road
- Streets of London: The Best of Ralph McTell
- Spiral Staircase
- Spiral Staircase: Expanded Edition
- Streets of London: The Best of Ralph McTell (22)
- Streets of London: Best of Ralph McTell
- Eight Frames a Second
- From Clare to Here: The Songs of Ralph McTell
- The Definitive Collection
- Right Side Up
- Streets of London and Other Story Songs
- Sand in Your Shoes