Eleven Years from Eleven Years by Black Bird Rising

Remembering all those things you said,
about love
Remembering how I kissed your hand
As you took your final breath

It’s been 11 years since we spoke
Have I grown to be a man, since you’ve been gone

On that cloudy morning,
On the dark 11th hour
You surrendered to the light
The Candle stops flickering
The Zeppelin rises
A vessel for your soul

It’s been 11 years since we spoke
And I miss you the most, the older I become
Have I grown to be a man, you’d be proud to call son
Have I grown to be a man, my father’s son

I came back home
But you’re no longer there
But I want you to know
Your voice still echoes in the air

It’s been 11 years since we last spoke
Your memory remains forever in my soul
You never left, your love fills my heart
I’m the man that I’ve become, my father’s son

• Folk
• blues
• dark folk
• doom blues
• eclectic
• singer-songwriter
• Melbourne