L - The Living Years

I'm traveling, with computer problems (finally fixed - my father's old computer; he died in August and my delightful mother is something of a Luddite).

Today's song is The Living Years by Mike & the Mechanics.  This song always makes me think of the need to tell those we love that we love them while we're with them.  Thank goodness I learned the lesson a few years back.  Dad (and my mother) both knew how much I appreciated and loved them.




The Living Years - Mike & The Mechanics

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be okay

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

 

(The Living Years lyrics by Mike & The Mechanics is copyrighted

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