Piano Magic I am the teacher's son Lyrics

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I am the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
Never seen a sky so big
Like it's been saving up for years
Clouds from Russia press-ganged in
Until the dateline disappears
I have loved and lost like the river's lost and found
But i've never fought the tide and i've never f___ed around
I'm the teacher's son
My favourite sound is churchbells
And my greatest love's the sea though I never learnt to swim
Never trusted it with me
I wrote a novel in my twenties though it never left my head
A thousand words a sitting 'til all the characters were dead
I'm the teacher's son
My father was a poet though he never got the chance
'Cos his words looked like another's if you took them at a glance
But he met a girl so pretty that he asked her to a dance
And there his words they died liked flowers
There his words, they lost all power
i've been told I have his ways
i've been told I have his grace but he left me on my birthday
And the only thing remains
I'm the teacher's son