His Last Words
His last words, he softly spoke
To his daughter, his son, and many more
As he lay down by that old oak
He remembered the stubborn boys, and the wise old folk
The good and the bad, the rich and the poor
His last words, he softly spoke
He could barely speak, only croak
Life that teaches the unspoken lore
As he lay down by that old oak
As he croaked, he slowly woke
And he told of things that the children never knew before
His last words, he softly spoke
He may not have been a wise old bloke
But he taught them how to explore
As he lay down by that old oak
He remembered the dance, the laugh, the play, the joke
“What do you live for?”
His last words he softly spoke
As he lay down by that old oak
To his daughter, his son, and many more
As he lay down by that old oak
He remembered the stubborn boys, and the wise old folk
The good and the bad, the rich and the poor
His last words, he softly spoke
He could barely speak, only croak
Life that teaches the unspoken lore
As he lay down by that old oak
As he croaked, he slowly woke
And he told of things that the children never knew before
His last words, he softly spoke
He may not have been a wise old bloke
But he taught them how to explore
As he lay down by that old oak
He remembered the dance, the laugh, the play, the joke
“What do you live for?”
His last words he softly spoke
As he lay down by that old oak