Oh, My Father
Greg Lake
Oh, my father, I feel so sad
As I stand upon your grave
I weep for the things that you never had
And the past that you never paved
I'm crying for the things that I never said
And all the love that I never showed
For my heart is as deep as the ocean's bed
And it took a stone before my love freely flowed
While my body is young
And my eyes are old
With the wisdom
Of a loved one's death
But all my suffering
And sorrow will turn to gold
Which I'll treasure with every breath
It's a bitter lesson that I have learned
Seems a shame it was too late for you
But the love between us will always be interred
In a place in my heart built for you