Father, I know your pride I will hold the light When your eyes get weak When your hands shake like the leaves In the flaming trees Bend like weed in the wind I will turn the pages Hour after hour Hour after hour Hour after hour (Hour after hour) Father, I know the songs you loved That I danced to as a child I will play them all Sing them Over and over In warm dark Spanish nights Hour after hour Hour after hour Hour after hour Hour after hour I will paint the sky in the ceiling And the sunset on the wall Every gift you'll know Know the meaning Feel it in your blood and your bone Hour after hour I will turn the pages I will hold the light I will paint the sunset On the bedroom wall