[Chorus]
When the bow is pulled...
and the arrow flies...
and a father's love...
leaps in my eyes...
Here's a jacket I've been saving
in the attic for you
and a stone from that cave
beneath the hill
here's a shoebox of my worn-out
harmonicas
and a top from that zoo in
Saint Paul
Sometimes I see your eyes
in my mirror
and I drift out where the
waters are deep
everything I will keep...
[Repeat Chorus]
I never really understood what
I was doing
and I'm still not quite sure
how I feel
miracle boy will you take
after me
you just couldn't be more
real
So remember these bow and
arrow days
they will seem pretty good
later on
like the day when you were
born...
[Repeat Chorus]
© 1985 by Geoff Bartley
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