John McDermott - The old man

The tears^A have all been s^Dhed now, we've ^Esaid our last g^Aoodbye's, ^F#mHis soul's been blessed,he's l^Bmaid to rest, and it's ^Bnow I feel ^Ealone, He was mo^Are that just a f^Dather, a ^Eteacher my best ^Afriend, ^F#mHe can still be heard in the tu^Bmnes we shared, a^Bs we played them on our ^Eown. ^E7

I nev^Der will f^Aorget him, for he m^Dade me what I ^Aam, Though he ^Dmay be gone memories l^Ainger^F#m on, and I m^Bmiss him,^E the old ^Aman

As a ^Aboy he'd take me ^Dwalking, through ^Emountain field and s^Atream, And he'd^F#m show me things not known to k^Bmings, a secret^B between him and ^Eme, Like the ^Acolours of the p^Dheasent, as she ^Erises in the ^Adawn, H^F#mow to fish and make a ^Bmwish, ^Bbeside the holly ^Etree.^E7

I n^Dever will for^Aget him, for he m^Dade me what I ^Aam, Though he m^Day be gone memories l^Ainger^F#m on, and I ^Bmmiss him,^E the old m^Aan

I th^Aought he'd live fore^Dver, coz he se^Eemed so big and ^Astrong, But^F#m the minutes fly, the y^Bmears roll by, for a f^Bather and his s^Eon, Then ^Asuddenly when it ha^Dppened, there was ^Eso much left unsa^Aid, No^F#m second chance to ^Bmtell him thanks, for ev^Berything he's ^Edone. ^E7

I nev^Der will for^Aget him, for he m^Dade me what I ^Aam, Though he m^Day be gone memories l^Ainger^F#m on, and I ^Bmmiss him,^E My old m^Aan