The tears have all been shed now,we've said our last goodbye's,
His soul's been blessed,he's laid to rest,and it's now I feel alone,
He was more that just a father,a teacher my best friend,
And he can still be heard in the tunes we shared,as we played them on our 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, through mountain field and stream,
And he'd show me things not known to kings,a secret between him and me,
Like the colours of the pheasent,as she rises in the dawn,
And how to fish and make a wish,beside the holy tree.
Ithought he'd live forever,he seemed so big and strong,
But the minuits fly,the years roll by, for a father and his son,
Then suddenly when it happened,there was so much unsaid,
No second chance to tell him thanks for everything he's done.