My Three Sons Lyrics - Singles - Elvis Costello & The Imposters

Day is dawning, almost sounded like a warning 

Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring 

I never thought that I'd 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 have been 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's your pillow, go to sleep and I will follow 

May you never have any more sorrows 

That's not something 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 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