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Call Him Father

Verse 1 He walks the roads at break of dawn Where richer blades won't tread Through stinking bogs and bandit trails For crusts of coin and bread The guild posts dragons, crowns, and gold For heroes chasing fame He takes the rats beneath the mill No bard recalls his name Chorus (Hook) Call him slow, call him poor Call him fool if you’d rather But two small voices at his door Don’t call him lord— They call him Father (Hey!) Not for gold, not for fame Not for songs to gather He fights the dark, he bears the pain To hear them call him Father Verse 2 He knows the jobs no knight will take The ghosts, the mud, the rain The cursed well and broken road For copper coin and pain Young blades laugh in shining mail They chase the dragon’s fire But he just takes another job And heads home to the pyre (tavern singers would shout “HOME!” here) Chorus Call him slow, call him poor Call him fool if you’d rather But two small voices at his door Don’t call him lord— They call him Father (Hey!) Not for gold, not for fame Not for songs to gather He fights the dark, he bears the pain To hear them call him Father Bridge (quiet, slower) Let kings have crowns and heroes fame Let bards sing loud and longer He’ll take the road that leads him home Because their hugs are stronger Final Chorus (big tavern sing-along) Call him slow, call him poor Call him fool if you’d rather But two small voices at the door Don’t call him lord— They call him Father (HEY!) No bright crown, no great name No bards to gather But every night he wins the same— He gets to be their Father