My Father's Coat
Sings at funerals and weddings, often the same week
vex on it
the runHonest use case: People who appreciate traditional folk storytelling with themes of loss, legacy, and inevitable change.
Exhibit: “It took the man, it leaves the kid”
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 2.7s
- length
- 3:18
- words
- 210
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “won't” ×11 · “wait” ×11 · “tide” ×10
lyrics
(gulls, a rope creaks) (hmm...) I wear my father's herringbone Two sizes big, but it's my own There's tar and salt sewn in the seams And forty winters of his dreams (of his dreams, his dreams) The ferry horn is calling twice (calling twice) He never left; I'll pay the price The tide won't wait, love — so I go The tide won't wait for high or low The tide won't wait — it never did It took the man, it leaves the kid (the tide won't wait, won't wait) His pipe sits cold on the windowsill I've not the heart to pack it still Ma says a coat's not company But it's his arms around me (around me, round me) The tide won't wait, love — so I go The tide won't wait for high or low The tide won't wait — it never did It took the man, it leaves the kid If I make land where work is fair I'll send for Ma, I swear, I swear (I swear, I swear) The tide won't wait, love — so I go The tide won't wait for high or low The tide won't wait — it never did It took the man, it leaves the kid Mind the coat, son. (a gull, then the wind)