My old man, born to a family of the sea
Things were scarcer then, tough life compared to me
A skilled maker, problem solver
Willing helper, sarcastic joker
Destined for a life at sea, from the age of three
He’d row across the bay, to the dances with his friends
Met mum after school, thought that he was cool
Keen helper, advice giver
good provider, decision maker
Life of the mariner, he took to it with ease
In his later years, so loved his grand children
Then his tied old lungs, start-ed to let him down
Took his energy, breat-hing be-came hard
His sharp memory, shared stories till the end
He tried his best not, to let it get him down
Sometimes in August, I break down and cry
Miss your grumpy face, and your sound advice
Now your ashes, float out in the bay
Where as kids, we would go to play
And now we try to make, most of every day
My old man, born to a family of the sea
Got all we need, you thought of everything
Skilled maker, problem solver
Keen helper, sarcastic joker
Now you’re free from pain, you can sail a-way… a—gain….