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FOREFATHERS
Dan Fogelberg
Capo 2
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
They came from Scandinavia the land of midnight sun
And crossed the North Atlantic when this century was young.
They'd heard that in America every man was free
To live the way he chose to live and be who he could be.
[Verse 2]
Some of them were farmers there and tilled the frozen soil.
But all they got was poverty for all their earnest toil.
They say one was a sailor who sailed the wide world round
Made home port got drunk one night walked off the pier and drowned.
[Verse 3]
My mother was of Scottish blood it's there that she was born.
They brought her to America in 1924.
They left behind the highlands and the heather-covered hills
And came to find America with broad expectant dreams and iron wills.
[Verse 4]
My granddad worked the steel mills of central Illinois.
His daughter was his jewel his son was just his boy.
For thirty years he worked the mills and stoked the coke-fed fires
And looked toward the day when he'd at last turn 65 and could retire.
[Chorus]
And the sons become the fathers and their daughters will be wives
As the torch is passed from hand to hand
And we struggle through our lives.
Though the generations wander the lineage survives
And all of us from dust to dust we all become forefathers by and by.
[Interlude]
[Verse 5]
The woman and the man were wed just after the war
And they settled in this river town and three fine sons she bore.
One became a lawyer and one fine pictures drew
And one became this lonely soul who sits here now
And sings this song to you.
[Chorus]
And the sons become the fathers and their daughters will be wives
As the torch is passed from hand to hand
And we struggle through our lives.
Though the generations wander the lineage survives
And all of us from dust to dust we all become forefathers by and by.
By and by...
By and by...
[Outro]
(moins de barrés)