The tears of all been shed now
We said our last goodbye
His soul's been blessed, he's laid to rest
And now I feel alone
He was more than just a father
A teacher, my best friend
You can still be heard in the tunes we shared
When we play them on our own
And 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 fields and streams
He'd show me things not known to kings
A secret between him and me
Like the colors of the pheasant
As he rises in the dawn
Or how to fish and make a wish
Beside the holy tree
And 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 go by
For a father and a son
Then suddenly, when it happened
There was so much left unsaid
No second chance to tell him thanks
For all the things he'd done
And 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
Though he may be gone, memories linger on
And I miss him, the old man
© transcript Emily Beynon