When My Father Called

+1986 Mark Cohen



G G/F# Em

When my father called this morning

C D

Woke me from a dream

G G/F# Em

Childhood friends were all around me

C D

It was peaceful, safe, and clean

Em Bm

Then the phone broke through the vision

C G

And I heard his voice

Em Bm

Seeming somehow so much younger

C D

Almost like a little boy's

Can't recall what he was saying

Something 'bout the snow

In his voice I heard an echo

Of a time so long ago

Suddenly I saw him sitting

In a far-off place

Just a nineteen-year-old soldier

Tears running down his face



C D

In a scrapbook once I saw

C D Em

That telegram they'd sent across the sea:

C D

"Pop died yesterday; come home"

C D E

The Army sent him back from Germany



I have only seen in pictures

That man I've never known

But my father is his son

And his name is now my own

I don't know what passed between them

As that young boy grew

I've never asked, he's rarely spoken

Though many times I wish I knew



G G/F# Em

Things get blurred by time and distance

C D

Hardly seen at all

G Bm Am D

But love was sharp and clear that morning

C D G

When my father called

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