Pop, it's that time of year
when Christmas is nearby
the earth has made
its trip again
around the velvet sky

we fought like tigers
all the time
we both could not back down
and once I grew
beyond your frame
I stood and beat you down

but I'd trade pride
and everything
to have you here.. you see
when you went too early
to your rest
you took a part of me

It took me 40 years to learn
that you were flawed
and great
you loved this time
you loved us all
but you were hard by fate

so as the snow
taps morse to me
about how I miss my dad
I think about
his face up there
and the qualities he had

you laughed and worked
upon the earth
you defended cub and den
you did your best
with the cards you got
and you raised a few good men

forgive me dad.. I'm headstrong
I should have never raised my hands
but I guess I'm just my father's son
your footsteps are my strand