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...
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...
© 1985 by Geoff Bartley