Day is dawning   Almost sounded like a warning   Wind was rushing through the trees almost falling   I never thought that I'd become   The proud father of my three sons      Years of fragment   Between the shame and the sentiment   For all the years that I might have been absent   I can't do what can't be undone   Oh no, my three sons      I love you more than I can say   What I give to one, the other cannot take away   I bless the day you came to be   With everything that is left to me      Here's your pillow   Go to sleep and I will follow   May you never have anymore sorrows   That's not something you can count upon   Still I want it for my three sons   My, my, my three sons      Deep in the night I turn cold and sick   But I only curse arithmetic   I bless the day that you came to be   With everything that is left to me      Day is closing   Old men and infants are dosing   That's the kind of life I've chosen   Just see what I've become   The humble father of my three sons   The humbled father of my three sons