I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl.
And my face may not grace the minds of everyone in the world.
But that's all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray,
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say ... 

"She's got her father's eyes ... her father's eyes ...
Eyes that find the good in things when good is not around,
Eyes that find the source of help, when help just can't be found.
Eyes full of compassion ... seeing every pain ...
Knowing what you're going through and feeling it the same.
Just like her father's eyes." 

On that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad they'll all be had to see by everyone.
And when you're called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be ... 

"She had her father's eyes ... her father's eyes ...
Eyes that found the good in things when good was not around,
Eyes that found the source of help, when help just couldn't be found.
Eyes full of compassion ... seeing every pain ...
Knowing what you're going through and feeling it the same.
Just like her father's eyes." 

My Father's Eyes
~ Eric Clapton ~

Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again. 

Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watched this seedling grow,
feel my heart start to overflow. 

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

{Toerag is a British slang term for a worthless person}