Sunday, January 07, 2007

a song for sunday

This is a song I sing to my youngest son most nights. It was written by Fred Small. On Friday, I dug out an old cd that has a cover of this song, performed by Roy Bailey. I played it that evening in the car on the way to visit the Toronto grandparents. He was thrilled.

I used to play this song long before my kids were born, belting out the words (only a little off-key), imagining myself playing it for my kids one day.

For the record, the young D., lovingly known as 'the tyrant', doesn't like the first verse. I always have to start with the chorus.

Everything Possible

We have cleared off the table, the leftovers saved,
Washed the dishes and put them away
I have told you a story and tucked you in tight
At the end of your knockabout day
As the moon sets its sails to carry you to sleep
Over the midnight sea
I will sing you a song no one sang to me
May it keep you good company.

You can be anybody you want to be,
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself, you can gather friends around,
You can choose one special one
And the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you're done.

There are girls who grow up strong and bold
There are boys quiet and kind
Some race on ahead, some follow behind
Some go in their own way and time
Some women love women, some men love men
Some raise children, some never do
You can dream all the day never reaching the end
Of everything possible for you.

Don't be rattled by names, by taunts, by games
But seek out spirits true
If you give your friends the best part of yourself
They will give the same back to you.

You can be anybody you want to be,
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself, you can gather friends around,
You can choose one special one
And the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you're done.

1 comment:

Chris said...

I sing the same song to my daughter. It's lovely, isn't it. I've only heard the Roy Bailey version.

In the same vein I also sing Leon Rosselson's Boys Will Be Boys in the hope that she'll be an early adherent to irony.