We've said our last goodbyes.
His soul's been blest,
He's laid to rest,
And now I feel alone.
He was more then just my father,
My teacher, my best friend,
And he'll still be heard,
In the tunes we've shared,
When I play them on my own.
I never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
And I miss him, the old man.
As a boy, he'd take me walking,
By mountain, feild, and stream,
And he'd show me thing,
Not know to kids,
A secret between him and me.
Like the colors on a pheasant,
As he rises in the dawn,
Or how to fish, or make a wish,
Beside a fairy tree.
I never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
And I miss him, the old man.
I thought he'd live forever,
He seemed so big and strong,
But the minutes fly,
And the years roll by,
For a father and a son,
And suddenly when it happened,
There was so much left unsaid,
No second chance to tell him thanks,
For everything he'd done.
Oh, I never will forget him,
For he made me what I am,
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
God I miss him, the old man.
The tears have all been she'd now, We've said our last goodbyes. His soul's been blest, He's laid to rest, And now I feel alone. He was more then just my father, My teacher, my best friend, And he'll still be heard, In the tunes we've shared, When I play them on my own. I never will forget him, For he made me what I am. Though he may be gone, Memories linger on, And I miss him, the old man. As a boy, he'd take me walking, By mountain, feild, and stream, And he'd show me thing, Not know to kids, A secret between him and me. Like the colors on a pheasant, As he rises in the dawn, Or how to fish, or make a wish, Beside a fairy tree. I never will forget him, For he made me what I am. Though he may be gone, Memories linger on, And I miss him, the old man. I thought he'd live forever, He seemed so big and strong, But the minutes fly, And the years roll by, For a father and a son, And suddenly when it happened, There was so much left unsaid, No second chance to tell him thanks, For everything he'd done. Oh, I never will forget him, For he made me what I am, Though he may be gone, Memories linger on, God I miss him, the old man. Explain Request ×
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