| Song | The Old Man (El Viejo) |
| Artist | Dave Valentin |
| Album | Primitive Passions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Valentin | |
| The Old Man | |
| The tears have all been shed now | |
| We've said our last goodbyes | |
| His souls been blessed | |
| He's laid to rest | |
| And it's now I feel alone | |
| He was more than just my father | |
| My teacher my best friend | |
| He can still be heard | |
| In the tunes we shared | |
| When I play them on my own | |
| I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| I miss him, the old man | |
| As a boy he'd take me walking | |
| By mountain field and stream | |
| And he showed me things not known to kings | |
| And secret between him and me | |
| Like the colors of the pheasant | |
| As he rises in the dawn | |
| And how to fish and make a wish | |
| Beside the Firry Tree | |
| I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| I miss him, the old man | |
| I thought he'd live forever | |
| He seemed so big and strong | |
| But the minutes fly | |
| And the years roll by | |
| For a father and his son | |
| And suddenly when it happened | |
| There was so much left unsaid | |
| No second chance | |
| To tell him thanks | |
| For everything he's done | |
| oh, I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| God I miss him, the old man | |
| Dear father ,I'm always behind you ! ! ! |
| zuo ci : Valentin | |
| The Old Man | |
| The tears have all been shed now | |
| We' ve said our last goodbyes | |
| His souls been blessed | |
| He' s laid to rest | |
| And it' s now I feel alone | |
| He was more than just my father | |
| My teacher my best friend | |
| He can still be heard | |
| In the tunes we shared | |
| When I play them on my own | |
| I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| I miss him, the old man | |
| As a boy he' d take me walking | |
| By mountain field and stream | |
| And he showed me things not known to kings | |
| And secret between him and me | |
| Like the colors of the pheasant | |
| As he rises in the dawn | |
| And how to fish and make a wish | |
| Beside the Firry Tree | |
| I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| I miss him, the old man | |
| I thought he' d live forever | |
| He seemed so big and strong | |
| But the minutes fly | |
| And the years roll by | |
| For a father and his son | |
| And suddenly when it happened | |
| There was so much left unsaid | |
| No second chance | |
| To tell him thanks | |
| For everything he' s done | |
| oh, I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| God I miss him, the old man | |
| Dear father , I' m always behind you ! ! ! |
| zuò cí : Valentin | |
| The Old Man | |
| The tears have all been shed now | |
| We' ve said our last goodbyes | |
| His souls been blessed | |
| He' s laid to rest | |
| And it' s now I feel alone | |
| He was more than just my father | |
| My teacher my best friend | |
| He can still be heard | |
| In the tunes we shared | |
| When I play them on my own | |
| I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| I miss him, the old man | |
| As a boy he' d take me walking | |
| By mountain field and stream | |
| And he showed me things not known to kings | |
| And secret between him and me | |
| Like the colors of the pheasant | |
| As he rises in the dawn | |
| And how to fish and make a wish | |
| Beside the Firry Tree | |
| I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| I miss him, the old man | |
| I thought he' d live forever | |
| He seemed so big and strong | |
| But the minutes fly | |
| And the years roll by | |
| For a father and his son | |
| And suddenly when it happened | |
| There was so much left unsaid | |
| No second chance | |
| To tell him thanks | |
| For everything he' s done | |
| oh, I never will forget him | |
| For he made me what I am | |
| Though he may be gone | |
| Memories linger on | |
| God I miss him, the old man | |
| Dear father , I' m always behind you ! ! ! |