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I Brought My Father With Me

Smith, Michael Peter

doi: 10.1097/ACM.0000000000001418
Medicine and the Arts
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©1994 Michael Peter Smith / Bird Avenue Publishing-ASCAP. Lyrics reprinted with permission.

I brought my father with me

I hope that you don’t mind

I couldn’t find it in me

To make him stay behind

Tonight the snow has fallen

The trees are white and old

Their heavy branches bending

Can we come in from the cold?

I brought my father with me

Though it’s been many years

Since he’d go down to Dolan’s

For a shot and a couple of beers

When he’d take me with him

And he’d buy me a coke

It surely made my day

Now I take my father with me

Turnabout’s fair play

Car trips to Pennsylvania

When all of us would sing

He sang Bells Of Saint Mary’s

And he sounded just like Bing

Summer days down at the shore

Remembering how he

Would bless himself with foam before

He’d dive into the sea

There are some ways I’m just like him

Some ways he was just like me

And sometimes when the mirror’s dim

His face is clear to see

Tonight the winds of heaven

Blow the stars across the sky

I brought my father with me

I couldn’t say goodbye

© 2016 by the Association of American Medical Colleges