This Old Man Lyrics - Praises To The War Machine - Warrel Dane

I remember this old man 

And the wisdom that he shared with me 

Upon his knee I'd listen 

I remember words he spoke 

And the look behind his quiet eyes 

In silent bliss life gives little lessons 

He spun tales of worlds unseen 

Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams 

He lived his life again just for me 

He raised children to be strong 

They flew into the city lights, such busy lives 

He wished they'd visit home 

I will remember the words of this old man 

Until my dying day 

It took his death to bring them home 

To the empty rooms where they had grown 

Where he died alone 

And they buried him next to his bride 

I held her hand as my mother cried 

Just a child of five, now I understand