| Song | My Father Used To Sing |
| Artist | Charlie Landsborough |
| Album | Movin' On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My father was a common man | |
| His fair is such a thing | |
| An ordinary common man | |
| Till he begin to sing | |
| It felt like | |
| Angels guided around | |
| To listen to each gentle sound | |
| My father use to sing | |
| My father use to sing | |
| Oh how I love the memories | |
| And if I closed my eyes and dreamed | |
| My father sings to me | |
| He sang of love and everyone | |
| Saw something of his heart | |
| And for awhile the worries past | |
| He sat then with empty arms | |
| And silence fell on angry men | |
| And harden eyes turned misty when | |
| My father use to sing | |
| My father use to sing | |
| Oh how I love the memories | |
| And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, | |
| My father sings to me | |
| Music ---- | |
| My father had the gift of song | |
| And gave His gift to me | |
| I’ve had such blessings from that gift | |
| I only wish he could hear | |
| Could see the pleasure and the joy | |
| Gods giving to the little boy | |
| Whose father use to sing | |
| My Father use to | |
| Sing |
| My father was a common man | |
| His fair is such a thing | |
| An ordinary common man | |
| Till he begin to sing | |
| It felt like | |
| Angels guided around | |
| To listen to each gentle sound | |
| My father use to sing | |
| My father use to sing | |
| Oh how I love the memories | |
| And if I closed my eyes and dreamed | |
| My father sings to me | |
| He sang of love and everyone | |
| Saw something of his heart | |
| And for awhile the worries past | |
| He sat then with empty arms | |
| And silence fell on angry men | |
| And harden eyes turned misty when | |
| My father use to sing | |
| My father use to sing | |
| Oh how I love the memories | |
| And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, | |
| My father sings to me | |
| Music | |
| My father had the gift of song | |
| And gave His gift to me | |
| I' ve had such blessings from that gift | |
| I only wish he could hear | |
| Could see the pleasure and the joy | |
| Gods giving to the little boy | |
| Whose father use to sing | |
| My Father use to | |
| Sing |
| My father was a common man | |
| His fair is such a thing | |
| An ordinary common man | |
| Till he begin to sing | |
| It felt like | |
| Angels guided around | |
| To listen to each gentle sound | |
| My father use to sing | |
| My father use to sing | |
| Oh how I love the memories | |
| And if I closed my eyes and dreamed | |
| My father sings to me | |
| He sang of love and everyone | |
| Saw something of his heart | |
| And for awhile the worries past | |
| He sat then with empty arms | |
| And silence fell on angry men | |
| And harden eyes turned misty when | |
| My father use to sing | |
| My father use to sing | |
| Oh how I love the memories | |
| And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, | |
| My father sings to me | |
| Music | |
| My father had the gift of song | |
| And gave His gift to me | |
| I' ve had such blessings from that gift | |
| I only wish he could hear | |
| Could see the pleasure and the joy | |
| Gods giving to the little boy | |
| Whose father use to sing | |
| My Father use to | |
| Sing |