If my father had lived
He’d be ninety-three today
And still scratching his head
At life's mysterious play
If I live to be a thousand
And I doubt that today
I would still be blessing
The day he came my way
If my mother had lived
She’s be ninety in July
Still singing this song
Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Lie
If I live to be a hundred
And I hear what you say
I would still be blessing
The day she came my way
And we’re all just grains of sand
On God's eternal beach
Where the wind can blow our dreams
Just beyond our reach
But I've been honoured to know ya
Both family and foe
Here’s a song and a pint
To us all afore we go
’Twas your grandmother’s dream
To see you turn twenty one
But I’ll take her place
And shed her tear, my son
For I’ll live to be eighty
If I keep the pipes at bay
And I will still be blessing
The day you came my way
And we’re all just grains of sand
On God’s eternal beach
Where the wind can blow our dreams
Way beyond our reach
But it's been me honour to know ya
Both family and foe
Here’s a song and a pint
To us all before we go
Never learned a thing at school
Could never follow a rule
They kept losing me
One and one made three
So here I sit
An ignorant git
With a heart as big as the sun
A handshake for everyone
Seduced by the moon
Who dumps me too soon
As the morning catches my sight
I bid farewell to my love, the night
If your daddy don’t live
To see ya marry your love
You can bet all your dough
I’ll be watchin’ from above
When you bow to kiss your sweetheart
If rain begins to fall
My pride overflowing
It’ll be my tears that’s all
(c) Frank Howson 2013
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