Fay Lovsky - papa's things lyrics

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<b>papa's things</b> by <i>Fay Lovsky</i><br />I am sitting in his chair, wondering if what I'm doing here is wrong

I never had the heart. I don't know where to start

If there's s anything you want, she says, take it. Now he's gone

the stuff is yours" papa's things

Papa's things

There's pencils and there's fountainpens, pocketbooks and knives and Stamps galore, (He is gone)

I haven't got the nerve More than I deserve

These are the little things he kept for years inside his desk they slept

He's gone papa's things

And there's rows and rows of books:

the medical profession papa's things, figurines and skeletons.

His netsuke collection. papa's things

The terracotta horses I did when I was small

The steel engravings hanging on the wall papa's things

Smell of leather and tobacco still hanging on the air

And my convex reflection in the copper chandelier

Papa's things

Papa's things