MY STORY I TELL,
HE SAILED THE SEAS
My father, he was a sailing man on the Newport News, a navy man,
He stood on a ship across the seas to foreign lands before I knew of he.
Oh father dear, just what things did you see,
Around the world, you traveled so long ago.
Father of mine, what were you like as a boy,
Did you dream of the sea, did you dream like me.
I know you wrote of poetry, words today I write like thee,
You traveled around the Korean war,
It didn’t do you in as this land did.
Were you drunk or were you blind when you stood so high above the ocean shore,
What were your thoughts, were you thinking at all,
Why didn’t you hide from the deadly fall.?
You’re up in the sky in heaven so high, daddy dear please tell me why,
You died too young, you left me behind,
The more I think of you, the older I find.
You were a navy man, you’re sailing again, across the heavenly seas is where you be.
Keith Garrett Always thinking of you.