The tears have all been shed now
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We've said our last goodbyes
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His souls been blessed and
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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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(Chorus)
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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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Memorie lingers 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 colours of the pheasant
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As he rises in the dawn how to fish and make a wish
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Beside the Holly Tree
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I thought he'd live forever
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Cause 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 his 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'd done
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The Old Man
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| John McDermott |
