The tears have all been she'd now We've said our last goodbyes His soul's been blessed, he's laid to rest And it's now I feel alone. He was more than just a father, A teacher, my best friend And he can still be heard in the tunes we shared when 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 by 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 pheasant As he rises in the dawn. And how to fish and make a wish Beside the holy 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 rolled 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. I miss him, My old man.