Wheelbarrow from No Hausfrau by No Hausfrau

To you my first born child
My heart, my love, my arrow
Sweetest rose I planted
And pushed in my wheelbarrow

Two bonny children I fathered
Left behind by a man
A man courageous and dashing
He died inside his plane
His wife, a strong-hearted lady
She would be my Cornish bride
Yeah I flew the hawks but my duty
Was to be proud with her by my side

Though I’m gone
Don’t lament
It’s never really over
I’m still over the moon
That I got to watch you grow
My most beautiful flower

Soft words were not my caper
Hard work, and sweat, and grit
One beer or ten to laugh in
My soil to reverse it
You’re a woman with never ending patience
A wife, a mother, a teacher
I’m amazed you remained so gracious
Through the hard words of my speeches

Love I’m gone
No regrets
We’re never really over
I’m still over the moon
That I got to watch you grow
My most beautiful flower

To you my first born child
My heart, my love, my sparrow
Sweetest rose I planted
And pushed in my wheelbarrow

• Alternative
• contemporary
• country
• country folk
• folk
• folk rock
• lyrical
• suburban
• Canberra