This Old Man (Warrel Dane)

I remember this old man and the wisdom that he shared with me Upon his knees I'd listen I remember words he spoke and the look behind his quiet eyes In silent bliss life gives little lessons He spun tales of worlds unseen Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams He lived his life again just for me He raised children to be strong They flew into the city lights, such busy lives He wished they'd visit home I will remember the words of this old man until my dying day It took his death to bring them home To the empty rooms where they had grown Where he died alone And the buried him next to his bride I held her hand as my mother cried Just a child of five, now I understand Now I understand the words of this old man