Track 6 of the album The Long Way Round · 2020
Dad Takes the Stairs Slow Now
“One hand on the rail, one step at a time. I wrote this for my own father and I can barely sing the last verse.”
jazz · tender jazz · torch ballad · 3:09
Lyrics
My dad takes the stairs slow now One hand on the rail He used to take them two at a time With a whistle and a tale I wait at the top And I don't say a thing I just smile when he gets there And he smiles back, like spring Take your time, Dad There's no hurry here The stairs aren't going anywhere And neither am I, my dear Take your time, Dad I'll hold the door You carried me for years Let me carry you some more He tells me the same story About the fish he nearly caught I laugh like it's the first time Because the laughing's what I've got His hands are thin and spotted But they still know how to hold And I'd trade a hundred new songs For one more story old Take your time, Dad There's no hurry here The stairs aren't going anywhere And neither am I, my dear Take your time, Dad I'll hold the door You carried me for years Let me carry you some more One step, then one more Breathe in, breathe out I'll count them with you Till we're safe inside Take your time, Dad There's no hurry here The stairs aren't going anywhere And neither am I, my dear Take your time, Dad I'll hold the door You carried me for years Let me carry you some more Take your time, Dad Take your time