Weep not, my children, I am free, from my suffering and my pain.
Love your family, friends and Life, until we meet again.
I have seen my share of grief; I've seen lots of good times too
But most of all, I had the joy of raising all of you
I haven't been the perfect man, Is there really such a thing?
I tried to be the perfect Dad, and gave my every thing
I look at you, you're all grown up, and busy with your lives
And like your Dad, you've all been blessed,
With good husbands and good wives
I know your Mom was very proud, right up until she died
We were not the perfect parents, but, the good Lord knows we tried.
So, hug your babies every day, the happiness will come
Don't mourn for me; For I am free, I've gone to meet your Mom.
It is strange, when we are born, that we all have our own fate
For me and Mom, in God's bright land
It will be like our first date
