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The tears have all been shed now |
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We've said our last good-byes |
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His soul's been blessed |
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He's laid to rest |
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And it's now I feel alone |
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He was more than just a father |
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A teacher, my best friend |
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He can still be heard |
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In the tunes we shared |
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When we play them on our own |
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I never will forget him |
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For he made me what I am |
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Though he may be gone |
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Memories linger on |
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And I miss him, the old man |
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As a boy, he'd take me walking |
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By mountain field and stream |
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And he showed me things |
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Not known to kings |
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And secret between him and me |
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Like the colors of the pheasant |
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As he rises in the dawn |
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And how to fish and make a wish |
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Beside the holly tree |
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I never will forget him |
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For he made me what I am |
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Though he may be gone |
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Memories linger on |
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And I miss him, the old man |
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I thought he'd live forever |
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He seemed so big and strong |
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But the minutes fly |
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And the years roll by |
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For a father and a son |
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And suddenly, when it happened |
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There was so much left unsaid |
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No second chance |
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To tell him thanks |
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For everything he's done |
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I never will forget him |
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For he made me what I am |
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Though he may be gone |
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Memories linger on |
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And I miss him, the old man |