By the shores of Lake Garda, 'neath the Italian skies so blue
On a July day in '38, Angelo first drew
He grew up with the whispers of waves and morning clean air
A cautious heart, a gentle soul, with kindness rare.
On his graduation day he received a silver ring, swore he'd never be a communist
A high school teacher he became, moved to Schio
Where he settled up and married Amelia, my mum
With chalk dust on his fingers, and lessons to prepare
He'd teach the young to dream big, with wisdom from the heart
But in his eyes a cautious glow, kept everyone apart
Angelo from Garda, your love was always clear
A father's gentle guidance, through every doubt and fear
Two kids you raised with patience, in your overprotective way
We thank you for your caution, and your conservative mind
Weekends spent beside the lake, with laughter in the air
Loving family and simple times, threading love with care
You'd hold our hands a little tight, afraid we'd slip away
But we felt your heart so close, in your cautious, loving sway
Angelo from Garda, your love was always clear
A father's gentle guidance, through every doubt and fear
Two kids you raised with patience, in your overprotective way
We thank you for your caution, and your conservative mind
Now the memories come flooding, of lessons learned and love
Of a father standing strong as stone, a gift from up above
Though sometimes we resisted, your cautious overstrain
We now see the wisdom, in the shadows of your chain