Although he could not say with words,
The love he felt inside,
He treasured every moment,
And his heart would fill with pride.
He never said I love you,
But he came to every game,
Even in defeat his son knew,
He loved him just the same.
He'd pat him on the head,
Or maybe ruffle his hair,
And tell him he was proud of him,
As long as he played fair.
When he graduated college,
I love you wasn't said,
He smiled as he shook his hand,
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead.
When his son went to war,
He trembled as he spoke,
And brushing away the tears,
He made a little joke.
Now, his son's come home,
And he stands with eyes downcast,
His hands stroking the coffin,
Saying I love you son at last!
(A Tribute to all who have lost their loved ones at war).....
The love he felt inside,
He treasured every moment,
And his heart would fill with pride.
He never said I love you,
But he came to every game,
Even in defeat his son knew,
He loved him just the same.
He'd pat him on the head,
Or maybe ruffle his hair,
And tell him he was proud of him,
As long as he played fair.
When he graduated college,
I love you wasn't said,
He smiled as he shook his hand,
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead.
When his son went to war,
He trembled as he spoke,
And brushing away the tears,
He made a little joke.
Now, his son's come home,
And he stands with eyes downcast,
His hands stroking the coffin,
Saying I love you son at last!
(A Tribute to all who have lost their loved ones at war).....