Ralph McTell — Daddys Here

Footsteps down the stairs and at the door Pausing in the hall and at the door 'Cause I know daddy's here I can tell that he's there And that means she'll be glad Until we're in bed then she's alone For there are things they have to say And we are sent away Mama, the room is cold and he is scared I am too and you're not there How could we know you'd only took a walk To a neighbours for a quiet talk Sunshine's dying flicker on grey stone walls Outside in the hall the old dog growls And we're in bed playing guessing games Telling stories, making plans Radio, celery and Sunday tea It is nicer here, just us three And I know he won't come again There is no need to explain