Daddy's Here Lyrics

	作词 : McTell
	Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
	Pausing in the hall and at the door
	'Cos I know Daddy's here
	I can tell that he's there.
	And that means she'll be glad
	Until we're in bed then she's alone
	For there are things they have to say
	And we are sent away.
	Mama, the room is cold and he is scared
	I am too, and you're not there.
	How could we know you'd only took a walk
	To a neighbour for a quiet talk.
	Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone walls
	Outside in the hall the old dog growls
	And we're in bed playing guessing games
	Telling stories, making plans.
	Radio, celery and Sunday tea
	It is nicer here, just us three
	And I know he won't come again
	There is no need to explain.

	zuo ci : McTell
	Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
	Pausing in the hall and at the door
	' Cos I know Daddy' s here
	I can tell that he' s there.
	And that means she' ll be glad
	Until we' re in bed then she' s alone
	For there are things they have to say
	And we are sent away.
	Mama, the room is cold and he is scared
	I am too, and you' re not there.
	How could we know you' d only took a walk
	To a neighbour for a quiet talk.
	Sunshine' s dying flicker on grey stone walls
	Outside in the hall the old dog growls
	And we' re in bed playing guessing games
	Telling stories, making plans.
	Radio, celery and Sunday tea
	It is nicer here, just us three
	And I know he won' t come again
	There is no need to explain.

	zuò cí : McTell
	Footsteps down the stairs and at the door
	Pausing in the hall and at the door
	' Cos I know Daddy' s here
	I can tell that he' s there.
	And that means she' ll be glad
	Until we' re in bed then she' s alone
	For there are things they have to say
	And we are sent away.
	Mama, the room is cold and he is scared
	I am too, and you' re not there.
	How could we know you' d only took a walk
	To a neighbour for a quiet talk.
	Sunshine' s dying flicker on grey stone walls
	Outside in the hall the old dog growls
	And we' re in bed playing guessing games
	Telling stories, making plans.
	Radio, celery and Sunday tea
	It is nicer here, just us three
	And I know he won' t come again
	There is no need to explain.

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