[ Featuring Light ]
In the glow of Christmas lights, a chair now stands alone
Dad's guitar rests silently, its player has moved on
He picked up strings as a young boy, tunes from the radio
In the '80s, he taught us songs, his love for music showed
Oh, the melodies linger, though the player gone away
Two sons strum guitars he taught, one keeps the rhythm's sway
Hard work and western movies, his passions intertwined
Now he's met with Jesus, peace and joy combined
Days in the hospital, he never spoke of pain
A strength within, a silent grin, his spirit would not wane
Recording tracks with Misty Blue, I helped him chase his dreams
Those moments now are treasures, more precious than they seemed
Oh, the melodies linger, though the player gone away
Two sons strum guitars he taught, one keeps the rhythm's sway
Hard work and western movies, his passions intertwined
Now he's met with Jesus, peace and joy combined
Though tears may fall this season, as we face the holidays
We'll strum his favourite carols, in honour of his ways
His life a song of love and faith, a melody so sweet
Now he sings with angels, at his Saviour's feet
Oh, the melodies linger, though the player gone away
Two sons strum guitars he taught, one keeps the rhythm's sway
Hard work and western movies, his passions intertwined
Now he's met with Jesus, peace and joy combined
Dad, your song continues, in every note we play
Your love, your strength, your music, guide us every day
Until we meet in heaven, where harmonies align
We'll cherish all the memories, of a father so divine
