The Young’uns
Three Dads Walking
[Verse 1]
My Dad's boots are old and worn
My Dad's face is tired and drawn
But my Dad's feet will meet the dawn
My Dad's walking on
My Dad's cheeks are red and raw
My Dad's legs are bruised and sore
But my Dad's feet can take some more
My Dad's walking on

[Chorus]
From Lakeland hill to Eastern fen
300 miles and back again
We will walk and talk like men
3 Dads walking on

[Verse 2]
My Dad's world was torn in two
No words can hold the pain he knew
But there was one thing he could do
So my Dad's walking on
My Dad speaks of all his pain
So other Dads might do the same
My Dad will not be ashamed
My Dad's walking on
[Chorus]
From Lakeland hill to Eastern fen
300 miles and back again
We will walk and talk like men
3 Dads walking on

[Verse 3]
My Dad's holding all the while
A picture from a simpler time
A daughter with an endless smile
My Dad's walking on
Three birds singing in the dell
If he had known, if he could tell
If he'd have caught her as she fell
My Dad's walking on

[Chorus]
From Lakeland hill to Eastern fen
300 miles and back again
We will walk and talk like men
3 Dads walking on

[Verse 4]
There's a storm high on Cross Fell
Deep within the whirring swell
There's a time for love to dwell
My Dad's walking on
The morning sun will melt the snow
The mountains rise, the rivers flow
And there are miles and miles to go
My Dad's walking on
[Chorus]
From Lakeland hill to Eastern fen
300 miles and back again
We will walk and talk like men
3 Dads walking on

[Outro]
3 Dads walking on
3 Dads walking on