Gli anni Settanta: musica

Oh, my father I feel so sad
As I stared upon your grave
I weep for the things that you never had
And the paths that you never paved
I'm crying for the things that I never said
And all the love that I never showed
For my heart is as deep as the ocean's bed
And it took a storm before my loved freely flowed
While my body is young and my eyes are old
With the wisdom of a loved one's death
But all my suffering and sorrow will turn to gold
Which I'll treasure with every breath
It's a bitter lesson that I have learned
Seems a shame it was too late for you
But the love between us will always be interred
In a place in my heart built for you