It was a day of the sun
The day of God
When my father went to sleep
A day of the sun
The day of God
He went to sleep Close to his mother's bosom again
He went to sleep
My father
Like a new born babe
He slept in comforting peace
In the hospital bed Like in a cradle he slpet in peace
Where his first son
Now stool over him
like a father
And my father laid across
Lik a son. Dedicated to my dad who past on on the
24 of January 1919.
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