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Mothers and Fathers
| Title: | Mothers and Fathers |
| Creator: | Don Freed |
| Subject: | Lyrics |
| Description: |
Mothers and Fathers
My Father is of the ocean My Mother is of the shore And I see me sometimes in the salt brine And the surfs pounding roar. My Father is of the river My Mother is of the wood And I see me sometimes In the very same place where they stood. My Father is of the prairie My Mother of prairie too And I see me sometimes In the sunshine and the sky broad and blue. My Father is of the grasslands My Mother is of the hills And I see me sometimes In the tall pines where a tiny bird trills. My Father is of the mountains My Mother is of the sea And I see me sometimes In the sunset where a birds’ flying free! ©Don Freed |
| Type: | Collection |
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