The tears of all been shed nowWe said our last goodbyeHis soul's been blessed, he's laid to restAnd now I feel aloneHe was more than just a fatherA teacher, my best friendYou can still be heard in the tunes we sharedWhen we play them on our ownAnd I never will forget himFor he made me what I amThough he may be gone, memories linger onAnd I miss him, the old manAs a boy he'd take me walkingThrough mountain fields and streamsHe'd show me things not known to kingsA secret between him and meLike the colors of the pheasantAs he rises in the dawnOr how to fish and make a wishBeside the holy treeAnd I never will forget himFor he made me what I amThough he may be gone, memories linger onAnd I miss him, the old manI thought he'd live foreverHe seemed so big and strongBut the minutes fly and the years go byFor a father and a sonThen suddenly, when it happenedThere was so much left unsaidNo second chance to tell him thanksFor all the things he'd doneAnd I never will forget himFor he made me what I amThough he may be gone, memories linger onAnd I miss him, the old manThough he may be gone, memories linger onAnd I miss him, the old man© transcript Emily Beynon