Judith Owen - My Fathers Voice lyrics

Oh my father voice Was a very special thing And when I went to sleep I knew I'd wake to hear him sing Every morning, he'd warm up There was hope that it would bring In the joy in his face When he reached that haloed place So I made my choice I chose my father's voice On my father's voice Was a very healing thing And in our house of mirrors There was safety it would bring And the clouds above my bedroom Would part, and show me spring And my pride reached it's fill And my sadness lost it's will And I had no choice But to choose my father's voice Oh my father's voice Is still a very special thing But he doesn't seem to understand The pleasure that it brings To my friends, who love to hear him When he sings old xmas hymns And I'm proud and I'm pleased That thru him, they must see me I'm the acorn, he's the oak Heart strung girl, heartfelt bloke