i came home one childhood sunday found my daddy weeping deeply
our suzy was just struck and killed upon the lake joy road
i could not frame the moment might have said a few words sheeply
but it pulled back several layers that i had to then not known
time passes with rose glasses and you wonder if the mem'ries
ever really truly happened or are what you think are true
if the tales are fast and furious you just stand beneath the trees
and you let the leaves fall round you in every shade of golden hue
how god weaved us all together all the family that we had
mother father and my sisters none of us were quite the same
still it somehow worked among us in the moments good and bad
when pecan trees were our mantra and when the heavens called our name
momma has long years of beauty daddy passed on sometime back
i have failed it seems forever tried to put it into songs
even there they've been too simple with the words i somehow lack
try to coax them to some justice to a place where each.belongs
all the years have made us distant each will have their chosen lens
yeah i'm not due this long blessing with my mother or my dad
sit on earth and try to ponder through my paper and my pens
know in heaven much more clearly all the gifts i somehow had
love you momma, love you daddy even on that sunday morn
i did not know consolation that i maybe could employ
but i know that i was gifted from the time that i was born
maybe somehow in my sixties i am still a momma's boy