Song | The Old Man (El Viejo) |
Artist | Dave Valentin |
Album | Primitive Passions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Valentin | |
The Old Man | |
The tears have all been shed now | |
We've said our last goodbyes | |
His souls been blessed | |
He's laid to rest | |
And it's now I feel alone | |
He was more than just my father | |
My teacher my best friend | |
He can still be heard | |
In the tunes we 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 | |
I miss him, the old man | |
As a boy he'd take me walking | |
By mountain field and stream | |
And he showed me things not known to kings | |
And secret between him and me | |
Like the colors of the pheasant | |
As he rises in the dawn | |
And how to fish and make a wish | |
Beside the Firry Tree | |
I never will forget him | |
For he made me what I am | |
Though he may be gone | |
Memories linger on | |
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 his son | |
And suddenly when it happened | |
There was so much left unsaid | |
No second chance | |
To tell him thanks | |
For everything he's 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 | |
Dear father ,I'm always behind you ! ! ! |
zuo ci : Valentin | |
The Old Man | |
The tears have all been shed now | |
We' ve said our last goodbyes | |
His souls been blessed | |
He' s laid to rest | |
And it' s now I feel alone | |
He was more than just my father | |
My teacher my best friend | |
He can still be heard | |
In the tunes we 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 | |
I miss him, the old man | |
As a boy he' d take me walking | |
By mountain field and stream | |
And he showed me things not known to kings | |
And secret between him and me | |
Like the colors of the pheasant | |
As he rises in the dawn | |
And how to fish and make a wish | |
Beside the Firry Tree | |
I never will forget him | |
For he made me what I am | |
Though he may be gone | |
Memories linger on | |
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 his son | |
And suddenly when it happened | |
There was so much left unsaid | |
No second chance | |
To tell him thanks | |
For everything he' s 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 | |
Dear father , I' m always behind you ! ! ! |
zuò cí : Valentin | |
The Old Man | |
The tears have all been shed now | |
We' ve said our last goodbyes | |
His souls been blessed | |
He' s laid to rest | |
And it' s now I feel alone | |
He was more than just my father | |
My teacher my best friend | |
He can still be heard | |
In the tunes we 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 | |
I miss him, the old man | |
As a boy he' d take me walking | |
By mountain field and stream | |
And he showed me things not known to kings | |
And secret between him and me | |
Like the colors of the pheasant | |
As he rises in the dawn | |
And how to fish and make a wish | |
Beside the Firry Tree | |
I never will forget him | |
For he made me what I am | |
Though he may be gone | |
Memories linger on | |
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 his son | |
And suddenly when it happened | |
There was so much left unsaid | |
No second chance | |
To tell him thanks | |
For everything he' s 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 | |
Dear father , I' m always behind you ! ! ! |