My father was a common man 

His fair is such a thing 

An ordinary common man 

Till he begin to sing 

It felt like Angels guided around 

To listen to each gentle sound

My father use to sing 



My father use to sing 

Oh how I love the memories

And if I closed my eyes and dreamed 

My father sings to me 



He sang of love and everyone 

Saw something of his heart 

And for awhile the worries past

He sat then with empty arms 

And silence fell on angry men

And harden eyes turned misty when 

My father use to sing 



My father use to sing 

Oh how I love the memories

And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, 

My father sings to me 



Music ----



My father had the gift of song 

And gave His gift to me 

I've had such blessings from that gift

I only wish he could hear 

Could see the pleasure and the joy 

Gods giving to the little boy 

Whose father use to sing 

My Father use to Sing