Upon his knee I'd listen

He lived his life again just for me
To the empty rooms where they had grown
I will remember the words of this old man
And the look behind his quiet eyes
Until my dying day
Just a child of five, now I understand
It took his death to bring them home

Where he died alone
Now I understand the words of this old man
He raised children to be strong
In silent bliss life gives little lessons
Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams
They flew into the city lights, such busy lives
I held her hand as my mother cried
I remember words he spoke
He spun tales of worlds unseen
And they buried him next to his bride
He wished they'd visit home