The Old Man Songtext
von 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.