My Father's Son

[Verse 1]
The day he left this world behind,
I was barely more than the age of nine.
He walked the hills with an old man’s stride,
My knight of green, my stubborn pride.
And the wind still calls his name at night,
Like the maester remembers every fight.
I swear he's still there waiting for me, 
Waiting for me to set myself free

[Chorus]
I’m my father’s son, even when I stand alone.
Blood of the island carved in my bones
He gave me strength before he was gone,
And carried my spirit all along.
Whatever storms this life may run—
No storm can break an Irish soul,
Even after I pay the ferryman's toll
Is mise mac m'athar!
I’m my father’s son!

[Verse 2]
The home I knew had no warm fire.
My mother’s silence cut like wire.
Her voice was cold, her anger wild,
No place for hope for youth exiled.
"You look like your father" her voice would ring, 
As if that somehow make my heart sting, 
But somewhere deep, his stories stayed,
And kept my heart from turning to grey.

[Chorus]
I’m my father’s son, even when I stand alone.
Blood of the island carved in my bones
He gave me strength before he was gone,
And carried my spirit all along.
Whatever storms this life may run—
No storm can break an Irish soul,
Even after I pay the ferryman's toll
Is mise mac m'athar!
I’m my father’s son!

[Bridge]
I still hear him in the bodhran drum,
“Stand your ground, boy—don’t you succumb.
Life may lash like a crashing wave,
But an Irish soul will never cave.”

[Verse 3]
So I lift my head through every test.
I walk the path he knew was best.
The man I am, the one I’ll become,
All echoes of where I came from.
I just pray one day will come
When I can say
"Did I make you proud, Da, with who I've become?"

[Final Chorus]
I’m my father’s son, even when I stand alone.
Blood of the island carved in my bones
He gave me strength before he was gone,
And carried my spirit all along.
Whatever storms this life may run—
No storm can break an Irish soul,
Even after I pay the ferryman's toll
Is mise mac m'athar!
I’m my father’s son!
I am my father's son

Gritty, celtic, violin, cello, hand drum, bodhran