My Old Man

There once was a kind man
A father of three
There was no other
Could love more than he
He wasn't given
The time to grow old
But he was a great man
With a heart made of gold

He was a free spirit
And he loved a good drink
He drank himself silly
Never cared what you'd think
He'd stay out 'til the late hours
With a manner so calm
He was caring and gentle
Never did any harm

So come all good friends
And we'll drink to my father
A pint in one hand
A cigarette in the other
We'll close our eyes
And feel free as we dance
And we'll all raise our glasses
For the love of my old man

He had a passion
And a love for the arts
A great sense of humour
His wit it was sharp
Thoughtful and honest
A true man was he
But he might steal a bauble
From your Christmas tree

So come all good friends
And we'll drink to my father
A pint in one hand
A cigarette in the other
We'll close our eyes
And feel free as we dance
And we'll all raise our glasses
For the love of my old man

I'll take some comfort
The only way I know how
By writing a song
For a father so proud
I'll sing in his memory
And drink to his name
And I'll hold him in my heart
And keep his love safe

We all loved him dearly
And it's hard to let go
But he didn't suffer
And he loved us all so
The smiles and the laughter
Will stay with us strong
We might be without him
But his memory lives on

So come all good friends
And we'll drink to my father
A pint in one hand
A cigarette in the other
We'll close our eyes
And feel free as we dance
And we'll all raise our glasses

So come all good friends
And we'll drink to my father
A pint in one hand
A cigarette in the other
We'll close our eyes
And feel free as we dance
And we'll all raise our glasses
For the love of my old man