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John Worsham: Music

Father of Mine

(John Worsham)
September 10, 2010
John Worsham

A son's song of loss

Growing up on Saturday Evening Post

and long talks with you are things that I miss the most.

You taught me reason with the rhyme.

Strange how those years are swallowed by time.  Oh how I miss you, Father of Mine.

 

Thanksgiving dinner and watching the football game.

Playing outside and hearing you call my name.

You whistled once, I always ran.  

I wish you could see me now that I'm a man.  Oh how I miss you, Father of Mine.

 

How the years roll by, how they all seem to race away.

What I wouldn't give if I could only see your face today.

 

Now that I'm older, I suddenly realize the truth in what you said.  Dad you were so wise.

I should have listened, but I was young.  I disobeyed, but I was still your son.

Oh how I miss you, Father of Mine.

If you saw me now would you say that you were proud of your son today.

Oh how I miss you, Father of Mine.