MY FATHER'S EYES (Marie Claire D'Ubaldo) When I was just three my father left to fight I remember his eyes looking at me When would he come home? I asked my mother She'd always tell me 'soon' But one year followed the other Candlelight casts shadows on the wall Dark of night, footsteps in the hall He'll come home, hold on to his memory All I know is I feel his blood inside of me He'll come home, like a lonesome bird that flies In my dreams I see my father's eyes They stopped saying his name Mother took a lover But I never gave up hope Of seeing my father I never let them see The tears I held inside I have my father's eyes I have my father's pride Someday soon, tomorrow or today The full moon will light his way He'll come home, hold on to his memory All I know is I feel his blood inside of me He'll come home, like a lonesome bird that flies In my dreams I see my father's eyes He'd lift me up so I could see the world go by He'd kiss my tears away whenever I would cry He'd always tell me that I was his little dove But he never said goodbye And I still feel his love