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Celtic Thunder Celtic Thunder The Old Man The tears have all been shed now, we've said our last goodbyes. His soul's been blest, he's laid to rest, and now I feel alone. He was more then just my father, my teacher, my best friend, and he'll still be heard, in the tunes we've 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, and I miss him, the old man. As a boy, he'd take me walking, by mountain, feild, and stream, and he'd show me thing, not know to kids, a secret between him and me. Like the colors on a pheasant, as he rises in the dawn, or how to fish, or make a wish, beside a fairy tree. I never will forget him, for he made me what I am. Though he may be gone, memories linger on, and 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 a son, and suddenly when it happened, there was so much left unsaid, no second chance to tell him thanks, for everything he'd 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. |
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