Song | He's a Hero |
Artist | SHeDAISY |
Album | Sweet Right Here |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Osborne | |
He's a young man | |
In his golden years | |
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray | |
The limp as he walks is his only souvenir | |
From those purple-hearted war time days | |
But you don't hear him complain | |
No matter how the fall | |
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say | |
But lord I have it all | |
He's a hero | |
In my mother's eyes | |
He taught her how to raise me right | |
and never compromise | |
He always says he has the | |
finer things in life | |
Somewhere to live, someone to love | |
and the Good book to live by | |
Some say his heart is big | |
All though his fortune's small | |
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say | |
But lord I have it all | |
A rembrandt in his own right | |
A master at his craft | |
Creating something beautiful | |
A memory that will last | |
And always last | |
He's the constant | |
In our family | |
Beginning this long line of love | |
We've cared | |
And even when he's gone he'll watch over me | |
When I close my eyes at night I feel him there | |
Wear my name, well my child | |
Be true and stand tall | |
You don't have a lot he'd always say | |
But lord you have it all | |
You don't have a lot he'd always say | |
But thank the Lord you have it all | |
Hero in my mother's eyes |
zuo ci : Osborne | |
He' s a young man | |
In his golden years | |
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray | |
The limp as he walks is his only souvenir | |
From those purplehearted war time days | |
But you don' t hear him complain | |
No matter how the fall | |
I don' t have a lot, he' d smile and say | |
But lord I have it all | |
He' s a hero | |
In my mother' s eyes | |
He taught her how to raise me right | |
and never compromise | |
He always says he has the | |
finer things in life | |
Somewhere to live, someone to love | |
and the Good book to live by | |
Some say his heart is big | |
All though his fortune' s small | |
I don' t have a lot, he' d smile and say | |
But lord I have it all | |
A rembrandt in his own right | |
A master at his craft | |
Creating something beautiful | |
A memory that will last | |
And always last | |
He' s the constant | |
In our family | |
Beginning this long line of love | |
We' ve cared | |
And even when he' s gone he' ll watch over me | |
When I close my eyes at night I feel him there | |
Wear my name, well my child | |
Be true and stand tall | |
You don' t have a lot he' d always say | |
But lord you have it all | |
You don' t have a lot he' d always say | |
But thank the Lord you have it all | |
Hero in my mother' s eyes |
zuò cí : Osborne | |
He' s a young man | |
In his golden years | |
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray | |
The limp as he walks is his only souvenir | |
From those purplehearted war time days | |
But you don' t hear him complain | |
No matter how the fall | |
I don' t have a lot, he' d smile and say | |
But lord I have it all | |
He' s a hero | |
In my mother' s eyes | |
He taught her how to raise me right | |
and never compromise | |
He always says he has the | |
finer things in life | |
Somewhere to live, someone to love | |
and the Good book to live by | |
Some say his heart is big | |
All though his fortune' s small | |
I don' t have a lot, he' d smile and say | |
But lord I have it all | |
A rembrandt in his own right | |
A master at his craft | |
Creating something beautiful | |
A memory that will last | |
And always last | |
He' s the constant | |
In our family | |
Beginning this long line of love | |
We' ve cared | |
And even when he' s gone he' ll watch over me | |
When I close my eyes at night I feel him there | |
Wear my name, well my child | |
Be true and stand tall | |
You don' t have a lot he' d always say | |
But lord you have it all | |
You don' t have a lot he' d always say | |
But thank the Lord you have it all | |
Hero in my mother' s eyes |