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