Daughters & Sons Lyrics

Give me my strings and make a poet out of me

I gave attention and a shiny ring to make history

But it doesn't make sense to make sense of it all

A great friend can contend with a loved one

And I'm placing my feet on a steady repeat

By my bones may wear weary

My jubilee runs deep

They count money for most, but not for me

I'll count minutes of sweet promenade as a victory

And it's time to sing in tomorrow

To dance with your daughters and sons

Oh, and it's right to make time for each other

To dance with your daughters and sons

We're the lucky ones 

We got a mandolonious strummin'

And a beat boomin' with our feet 

Take a hand take a seat bring it back

Our blood runs deep 

And my heart pounds in time 

Like a wind chime brother swing this way, this side

Oh, and it's time to sing in tomorrow

To dance with your daughters and sons

Oh, and it's right to make time for each other

To dance with your daughters and sons