The Fureys - The old man

The te^Gars have all been sh^Ced now, we've s^Daid our last go^Godbyes His so^Eul's been blessed, he's la^Amid to rest, and it's n^Aow I feel al^Done. He was mo^Gre than just a fat^Cher, a tea^Dcher, my best fri^Gend And he can st^Eill be heard in the tu^Amnes we shared, as we played them on our^D own. ^D7

I ne^Cver will for^Gget him, for he ma^Cde me what I a^Gm. Though he ma^Cy be gone^Em, memories li^Dnger on^Em. And I mi^Amss him, T^Dhe old m^Gan.

As a b^Goy he'd take me walk^Cing by moun^Dtain field and str^Geam, And he'd sh^Eow me things not known to ki^Amngs, a secret between h^Aim and m^De. Like the col^Gours of the phea^Csant, as she ris^Des in the da^Gwn. And how to fi^Esh and make a w^Amish, beside the hol^Dy tree. ^D7

I ne^Cver will for^Gget him, for he ma^Cde me what I a^Gm. Though he ma^Cy be gone^Em, memories li^Dnger on^Em. And I mi^Amss him, T^Dhe old m^Gan.

I tho^Gught he'd live for^Cever, He se^Demed so big and str^Gong. But the min^Eutes fly and the years roll^Am by, for a fa^Ather and a so^Dn. And sudd^Genly when it hap^Cpened, there was s^Do much left uns^Gaid. No second cha^Ence to tell him th^Amanks, For ever^Aything he'd do^Dne.

I n^Cever will fo^Grget him, for he m^Cade me what I ^Gam. Though he ma^Cy be gone^Em, memories li^Dnger on^Em. And I mi^Amss him, m^Dy old ma^Gn.