For a Look at You (for my father)

My ancestry leads back to a small mountain village in the south of Italy. I, like my father and his before him, have been seeking refuge and solace there for years. This song pays homage to this magical place we’ve held so dear. It is a love song—for a town, and a tribute to those who’ve come before me.

When the days tumble down
In this Big Apple town
Then I go to the end of the earth
For a look at you

When my wit’s at an end
When I can’t find a friend
Then I go to the end of the earth
For a look at you

Moon shining on a warm summer night
The wind is out of Africa
That soft familiar look in her eye
And suddenly the world seems alright

Through the mountains
To the ocean below
On the backroads
That’s a song that I know so well
At your table
Surrounded by faces
I reach for you here
Among the traces
Of what once was
Of what will be
The bittersweet taste of all history
My history