My Father was a Quiet Man Master

My father was a humble man
He lived an ordinary life
He never raised his voice in anger
To his children or his wife

I sat down at his bedside
About a week before he died
He said give me a simple headstone
I've no use for all this pride

And the angel of death
Wrapped his wings around
A corpse I still
Call dad
Whisked him away in a whisper
Though l swore I heard him say

I tried to live my life with dignity
Raise good kids, respect my wife
You go find me a simple headstone
I've no need for all this pride

There's a cemetery in Paris
I visit when I'm there
Prose in gilted lettering
Records the history buried there
Painters, writers, kings alone
In their soily graves at night
Their deeds still reach into the hearts
Of men who struggle, men who fight

And the angel of death
Wrapped his wings around them
Like withered buds
On a blighted tree
Whisked them away
With a hissing sound but
I swore I heard him say

Pride is the sin of Lucifer
Pride's a special sin I deplore
Hates humanity, thrives on jealousy
Devoured the lamb but keeps
Coming back for more

I like to think that I'm a humble man
I live an ordinary life
Try not to raise my voice in anger
To my children or my wife

And when it's time I'll call my sons
I'll say sit here by my side
I'll say go find me a simple headstone
I've no use for all this pride