The head rested over his shoulder
and clung like a son.
In the father's heart
the feminine cello
aroused passion
creates a tune
that brings a son.
Time moves on
the cello's head
rested on the shoulder
and clung
like a son
to that love
his father bore.
Now the time, the tune, and the love
are one.
Written by Bob Dunning,1/8/1995
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