He was a strong, tough working man,
his hands were brown and scarred.
His life was measured in tasks that were done,
and he led a life that was hard.
He lived in a world that kept feelings close,
and couldn’t let emotions show;
for an emotion was a weakness, you see,
and he couldn’t let the whole world know.
And this private man couldn’t touch and hold,
and couldn’t let his soul show through;
So he showed the world hard work and sweat,
and they didn’t have a clue.
But you could see his heart every now and then
if you knew just where to look,
and if you knew how to open it’s little door,
and you knew just what it took.
You just had to say ‘I love you, Dad,
and look deep within his eyes,
and though he couldn’t say it, you could see it there
shining like the sun from the skies.
For Daddy said love with his eyes and his heart,
and with that shy little smile.
It was surely enough, I’m here to say,
and beat the rest by a mile.