Papa's Things lyrics

I am sitting in his chair, wondering if what I'm doing here is wrong I never had the heart. I don't know where to start If there's s anything you want, she says, take it. Now he's gone the stuff is yours" papa's things Papa's things There's pencils and there's fountainpens, pocketbooks and knives and Stamps galore, (He is gone) I haven't got the nerve More than I deserve These are the little things he kept for years inside his desk they slept He's gone papa's things And there's rows and rows of books: the medical profession papa's things, figurines and skeletons. His netsuke collection. papa's things The terracotta horses I did when I was small The steel engravings hanging on the wall papa's things Smell of leather and tobacco still hanging on the air And my convex reflection in the copper chandelier Papa's things Papa's things