The years have been many t he years have b een long
but at last I'm returning t o daddy a nd home.
He's l ooking m y way though h e hardly c an see
God bless my old daddy h e recogniz ed m e.
There's s now in his hair a nd I helped put it there
a h alo of w orry and c are.
As my d addy grows old he's mor e precious than gold
for I cherish the s now in h is hair.
Hu hu hu hu h u hu hu h u hu.
His s houlders were bent with t he weight of t he years
I scarcely could hold back the f lood tide o f tears.
He w alked with a cane as h e hurrie d along
coming to meet me t o welcome m e hom e.