[Man on Phone: We love you dear and always fun to see you and talk to you. I'll let you go, goodbye.]
He's a young man in his golden years
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray
The limp as he walks is his only souvenier
From those purple-hearted war time days
But you don't hear him complain
No matter how the fault
"I don't have a lot," he'd smile and say,
"But Lord I have it all."
He's a hero (He's a hero) in my mother's eyes
He taught her how to raise me right and never compromise
He always says he has the finer things in life
Somewhere to live, someone to love
And the good book to live by
Some say his heart is big, although his fortune small
"I don't have a lot," he'd smile and say,
"But Lord I have it all."
A rembrandt in his own right, a master at his craft
Creating something beautiful, a memory that will always last.
He's the constant in our family
Beginning this long line of love with care
Oh and even when he's gone he'll watch over me
When I close my eyes at night I feel him there
When my name will, my child be true, etched, and tall
"You don't have a lot," he'd always say,
"But Lord, you have it all."
"Ooh, You don't have a lot," he'd always say,
"But thank the Lord you have it all."
