David Hardin - Every Father Loves His Son Lyrics

All the world was quiet
When he walked into the room
Smellin' of the years before
Then he'd sit cross legged on the floor
Then he'd laugh
At the faces in the moon
Then he wept
For all the ones he'd lost
And all the years he'd crossed

He was younger than I remembered
Like some pictures that I found
In a shoe box where my family lives
Where all the captured moments help to give his boy
Some time to look around
And to gauge what he'd been taught
Up beside what he found

Every father loves his son
Especially round Christmas time
All the old men sit and write their cards
Don't think I'll hold my breath for mine

All the world got still
When God walked in the room
He said man look what you've done
You went and killed my only son
And why
After all I gave to you
You went and nailed him to my tree
Up underneath my sky
You bend your knees and pray to me
I wonder if you remember why

Think it's 'cause
Every father loves his son
Specially round Christmas time
All us old men sit and write our cards
Don't think I'll bother sendin' mine