Текст песни 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,

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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.