To a father whom I love,
An oak tree tall and strong,
But whose voice is still
As sweet as a bird’s gentle song.
You call me to every evening,
To enjoy the life of harmony,
With the food we eat,
I think that I’m lucky you’re in the family.
It is a joy seeing you
In every cherishing moment,
Whether eating, talking, or laughing with excitement,
You are the one of the best gifts on earth -
To a father whom I love.
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To a father whom I love,
An oak tree tall and strong,
But whose voice is still
As sweet as a bird’s gentle song.
You call me to every evening,
To enjoy the life of harmony,
With the food we eat,
I think that I’m lucky you’re in the family.
It is a joy seeing you
In every cherishing moment,
Whether eating, talking, or laughing with excitement,
You are the one of the best gifts on earth -
To a father whom I love.