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While my Father smoked his pipe

And my mother knitted things

I wasn’t always into seeing things

It took me quite awhile

To travel til I cherished every mile

I remember asking questions

Early in the game

While my Father smoked his pipe

And my mother knitted things

And my brother took a liking

To the life wed always known

And my sister let some singer put her on

Then leave her with the youngins

And a lot of shattered dreams

While my Father smoked his pipe

And my mother knitted things

And the factories pumped their poison

And the people prayed for peace

While their sons and daughters

Searched for new release

And the workers paid the taxes

And the salaries of the kings

While my Father smoked his pipe

And my mother knitted things

Then the reason for believing started slowly through the change

There were laws, that laws were made to rearrange

There were cycles within cycles and the gifts the poet sprang

While my Father smoked his pipe

And my mother knitted things

And the million marching men or more

Kept marching through the maze

To the beat of just one drummer in those days

And so very few will ever learn to hear the songs we sing

While their fathers smoked their pipes

And their mother knitted things

Yes my Father smoked his pipe

And my mother knitted things

I wasn’t always into seeing things

It took me quite awhile

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