When My Father Called
+1986 Mark Cohen

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When my father called this morning
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Woke me from a dream
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Childhood friends were all around me
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It was peaceful, safe, and clean
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Then the phone broke through the vision
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And I heard his voice
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Seeming somehow so much younger
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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

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In a scrapbook once I saw
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That telegram they'd sent across the sea:
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"Pop died yesterday; come home"
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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

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Things get blurred by time and distance
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Hardly seen at all
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But love was sharp and clear that morning
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When my father called
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