I Asked My Dad What

Happiness Is Hard To Recall. Its Just A Glow.

There's Nothing Sillier In The World Than A Teacher Telling You Don't Do It After You Already Did It.

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.

Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell Your Tale.

Bless Me, Father, For I Have Sinned, It's Been A Minute Since My Last Confession.