And to all the people who adopt and give kids a role model Dad to look up to, dads to so many and to all the da,s who are not here with us on this special day, that includes mine, just to say a big thank you for just been my Da.
Great to think of Foster Da's.
Anyone of the Gael, Irish or Scot, fostering sons between families if only to keep the peace was once and for centuries common practise.
Great ballad for all those Da's in Heaven or where ever you imagine those you miss and love.
The tears have all been she'd 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…
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.