The Old Man

The tears have all been shed now, We've said our last goodbyes. His soul's been blessed, 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, field, and stream, And he'd show me thing, Not known 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.