A son's song of loss

Lyrics

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.