Papa's My Witness — Elsie Gawler

papa’s my witness

by elsie gawler

and i’ve seen those three birds, they’ve taken to the sky

and there’s a knowing in the songs they sing

and they tell me to listen to mine

so throw these arms open wide i’ll take to the sky i’ll be singing on the wing

and there’s a breeze that’ll carry me softly gentile as the arms that guide my way

la dedo…

well papa’s my witness, i hear your call

and she’s the one who’s always there inside of it all

so throw these arms open wide i’ll take to the sky i’ll be singing on the wing

and there’s a breeze that’ll carry me softly gentile as the arms that guide my way

mmmmmmm...

well papa’s my witness, i hear the distant call

it’s the one that’s been planted at the beginning of it all

and sister’s my witness, i hear the rising call

and it’s the one that’s been growing through every spring and fall

la la deda deda dedo…

and brother’s my witness, i dear the present call

and it’s the one that i’ve always known through every rise and fall

and mam’s my witness, i hear the thundering call

i am listening, i am listening, listening to it all

oh la la deda deda dedo…