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For my kids...

Lyrics

Hey I see you lying in your bed, face down. I rub your short-haired head, tears coming down as you're crying about lost 4-legged friends.
Hey I'll help you sleep with a song, oh and maybe an Irish fairytale we probably won't understand.
But we seem to like them, anyway.
(CHORUS:)
'Cause I'm gonna give you a Country Fair upon your hill. And I'm gonna love you everday while I have you still.
Hey I see you both growing up strong, in beauty. Writing and playing your own songs - that is when you're not talking on the telephone - when you're not talking on separate phones.
And you know I remember not long ago, or so it seems. A young father held you in his arms and sat the other one on his knee for the first time. And he said...
(CHORUS)
Oh, see me through. Keep me far from my fear.
Lay me down and raise your three pints of beer.
Stay here and see me through. Keep me far from my fear.
Hey, I'm hoping that the time is gonna come, someday, when after you're all grown, you're all gonna have children of your own. And you'll say...
I'm gonna give you a Country Fair upon your hill. And I'm gonna love you everday while I have you still.