My Father's Eyes
 by Eric Clapton
 
 
 
 
 
Sailing down behind the sun, 
Waiting for my prince to come. 
Praying for the healing rain 
To restore my soul again
   
Just a toerag on the run. 
How did I get here? 
What have I done? 
When will all my hopes arise? 
How will I know him? 
When I look in my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
When I look in my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
   
Then the light begins to shine 
And I hear those ancient lullabies. 
And as I watch this seedling grow, 
Feel my heart start to overflow. 
   
Where do I find the words to say? 
How do I teach him? 
What do we play? 
Bit by bit, I've realized 
That's when I need them, 
That's when I need my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
That's when I need my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
 
 
 
 
 
Then the jagged edge appears 
Through the distant clouds of tears. 
I'm like a bridge that was washed away; 
My foundations were made of clay. 
 
 

 

 
 
As my soul slides down to die. 
How could I lose him? 
What did I try? 
Bit by bit, I've realized 
That he was here with me; 
I looked into my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
I looked into my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
 
 
 
   
My father's eyes. 
My father's eyes. 
I looked into my father's eyes. 
My father's eyes
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kayla wrote her very first fic, Windows to the Soul after hearing this one on the radio in car; she went straight home and wrote the story in 30 minutes. Someone told her they liked it and should create a web page and . . . well, if you found this site, you know the rest!
 
 
 
 
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