My father was a common man His fair is such a thing An ordinary common man Till he begin to sing It felt like Angels guided around To listen to each gentle sound My father used to sing
My father used to sing Oh how I love the memory And if I closed my eyes and dreamed My father sings to me
He sang of love and everyone Saw something of his heart And for awhile the worries past He sat then with empty arms And silence fell on angry men And hardened eyes turned misty when My father used to sing
My father used to sing Oh how I love the memory And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, My father sings to me
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My father had the gift of song And gave His gift to me I've had such blessings from that gift I only wish that he could See the pleasure and the joy Gods giving to the little boy Whose father used to sing My Father used to Sing.