Minor's Son

Mounting caol black coal on my back
In the eye of dawn sun sleeping
With my partner climbing gravel hills
And days pass without speaking

I'm a minor's son for generations
Age 15 here I stand
Without choice or education
Living life out of Peter Pan

Mounting wind and rain through winter
Stick me deep tradition
My thoughts cruise with kites and airplane flights
Who has has time to listen?

Night draws near, I head for home
With hard lit little boy jester
As I kiss my children, marvels grown
I know I'm sun seen, the rest is...

Im a minor's son for generations
Age 15 here I stand up
Without choice or education
Living life out of peter pan

He makes six days six years
My "allers" gone callaing it like ? yesterday
But the time it passes slowly on
She's in heaven happy I pray here

Angels keep by your side
Clearer seas she finaly sails
And she's anxious that I join her there
Stole into our fairy tale

Mounting coal black coal on my back
In the eye of dawn sun sleeping
With my partner climing gravel hills

This song is by Beth Hirsch with rhodes by J.B. Dunkel.