Daddy

(Don Reid - Harold Reid)



His deeds were never published for the public

Things he did were never done for show

His name was never printed in the paper

Until about two days ago.



He only filed a short form for his taxes

No one asked him how he felt about the war

He always had a good word for his neighbor

Now his good words won't be heard anymore.



And through the rain I heard the choir singing

(Nearer my God to Thee)

Through the mist I saw some children crying

And I felt nearer my God to Thee.



--- Instrumental ---



His table was never full of plenty

His silverware was never the real thing

But the tears on the faces of his family

Were just as real as if he'd been a king.



Preacher said he'd always been a good man

But preachers always throw that phrase around

But the tears I tasted gave his words new meaning

Watching old friends puttin' daddy in the ground.



And through the rain I heard the choir singing

(Nearer my God to Thee)

Through the mist I saw some children crying

And I felt nearer my God to Thee...