A soft swirl of carbon
Your body was sent
Across a wet field
By a valley in Kent
We each lay our flowers
And the priest says a prayer
Oh but we never knew you
Daddy-o
Only cancer
Got through to you
Daddy-o
No time did you give us
Nor home did you grace
No love did you cherish
Nor care to embrace
No pleasure to stay
And no bother to know
Still I'll always be looking
For my Daddy-o
Oh Daddy-o...
The side of the wine glass
Saw more of your face
Your Rothmans and lighter
Held more precious place
And this cigarette I smoke
To the four winds it blows
My habit, my homage to you
Daddy-o
Oh Daddy-o...
Ashes to ashes
That's how we go
Must I always be looking
For my Daddy-o?
Must I always have to suffer
For you, Daddy-o