He's a young man
In his golden years
His hair of black
now quickly fades to grey
The limp as he walks
is his only souvenir
From those purple hearted
war time days
But you don't
hear him complain
No matter how the fall
I don't have a lot
he'd smile and say
But Lord I have it all
He's a hero
In my mother's eyes
He taught her how
to raise me right
and never compromise
He always says he has
the finer things in life
Somewhere to live
someone to love
and the Good book
to live by
Some say his heart is big
All though his
fortune's small
I don't have a lot
he'd smile and say
But Lord I have it all
A Rembrandt in his own right
A master at his craft
Creating something beautiful
A memory that will last
And always last
He's the constant
In our family
Beginning this long
line of love
We've cared
Oh and even when he's gone
he'll watch over me
When I close my eyes
at night
I feel him there
Wear my name
well my child
Be true and stand tall
You don't have a lot
he'd always say
But Lord you have it all
Oh
You don't have a lot
he'd always say
But thank the Lord
you have
it all
Oh
Hero in
my mothers' eyes