Father dear, the years of time
Are racing
Being blown along
By the sands of time
Your face appears
In my dreams of yesteryear
As a boy, as a boy
So young, so full of fear
Your voice I hear
My eyes still see
The wisdom carried by your hands
Your voice did sing
How great thou art
How great thou art
Father dear
I loved you so
I loved you so
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