What would we give to clasp his hand,
His happy face to see,
To hear his voice and see his smile,
That meant so much to us.
More and more each day we miss him.
Friends may think the wound is healed;
But they little know the sorrow
Lying within our hearts concealed.
His memory is as dear today,
As in the hour he passed away.
No one knows how much we miss you;
No one knows the bitter pain
We have suffered since we lost you;
Life has never been the same.
In our heart your memory lingers,
Sweetly tender, fond and true;
There is not a day, dear father,
That we do not think of you.
