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A Song For A Sunday – The Old Man

The Old Man

Lyrics: Irish musician, songwriter and record producer from Derry, Northern Ireland, Phil Coulter.

Vocals: Irish folk band ‘The Fureys’, originally formed in 1974, from Ballyfermot, Dublin, and Irish folk singer, originally from Co. Donegal, Davy Arthur.

The Old Man

The tears have all been shed now,
We’ve said our last goodbyes.
His soul’s been blest,
He’s laid to rest,
And it’s now I feel alone.
He was more then just a father,
A teacher, my best friend,
He can still be heard,
In the tunes we’ve shared,
When we played them on our own.
Oh I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
As a boy, he’d take me walking,
Through mountains, field, and stream,
And he’d show me things,
Not know to kids,
And secrets between him and me.
Like the colors of the pheasant,
As he rises in the dawn,
And how to fish, and make a wish,
Beside a holy tree.
Oh, I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
I thought he’d live forever,
Sure 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’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am,
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.


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