My sister uncovered this picture recently. She got it cleaned up and sent it yesterday.
Click the link below for the song. The lyrics are below.
I was talking to my father shrouded by a clear blue day which only seems unusual cause some years ago he passed away I was talking, he was listening I wondered what he might say I felt a tug on my toe I woke up and he slipped away I remember he was looking on me with his father eyes
Saw the pain in my face wiped a tear drop from my eye He came stood beside me and we walked step in step I remember feeling a little cheated cause he didn’t look like he’d been dead then I tried to tell him where my troubles all began I felt his hand on my shoulder as if to say things will be better again
Sometime he was a cowboy sometimes he was a chief but first he was my father that’s what he gave to me
I wish we could sit down and watch Jeter and Mo win another game Or maybe talk about the pay that some of todays players make He would talk about Mickey Mantle or Joe DiMaggio Whitey Ford Yogi Berra was his favorite one you know
There were so many questions I never got to ask Like did he feel lonely when two brothers and father had passed But I guess he thought he should join them To welcome their mother home But I wonder if he’d gone so soon if he knew she was going to be so long I think about some of the things he might have kept hid
Like when he was a young man and when he was a kid
Now as I look out with my own father eyes I realize how hard it is and how much he must have tried I can’t hold a candle up to some of the the things he did Yet there is another part of me that doesn’t want to keep that candle lit So I can only hope to leave what he left behind To my children and their children and so on down the line.
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