Come My Little Son.

Come My Little Son.

Lyrics: British folk singer-songwriter, folk song collector, labour activist and actor, the late James Henry Miller (1915 – 1989), better known by his stage name Ewan MacColl.
Vocals: Dublin born Irish singer, folk musician and actor, the late Luke Kelly (1940 – 1984).

Come My Little Son.

Come me little son,
And I will tell you what we’ll do.
Undress yourself and get into bed,
And the tale I’ll tell to you.
It’s all about your Daddy,
He’s a man you seldom see,
For he’s had to roam,
Far away from home,
Far away from you and me.

[Chorus:]
Remember laddie he’s still your Dad,
Though he’s working far away.
In the cold and heat all the hours of the week,
On England’s motorway.

Now when you fall,
And hurt yourself,
And get a feeling bad,
It isn’t any good to go running for your Dad.
For the only time since you were born,
He’s had to spend with you,
He was out of a job,
And he hadn’t a bob,
He was signing on the brew.

[Repeat Chorus]

Sure we’d like your Daddy here,
Yes, sure it would be fine,
To have him working nearer home,
And to see him all the time,
But beggars can’t be choosers,
And we have to bear our load,
For we need the money your Daddy earns,
A working on the road.
Remember laddie he’s still your Dad,
And he’ll soon be home to stay,
For a week or two with me and you,
When he’s built the motorway.
END.