Текст песни The Old Man - Celtic Thunder
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
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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