I was always working, my fingers to their bones.
Until my breath succumbed to death I supported
my family Jones.

My road was straight and narrow, no curves, no lefts, no rights.
I was forever on it, morning, noon, and nights.

I hear a pitter-patter, like raindrops from above,
but I know you care and I'm aware...
that's teardrops of your love.

Why do you care, why do you cry?
Why do you even bother?

Because you've etched upon my stone two words...
BELOVED FATHER.

Your shadows are on my tombstone,
throughout your entire lives.
In sorrow, and in mourning, where family values thrive.

Your shadows are on my grave site,
I can sense them everywhere.

Even by the moon light,
your shadows are still there.

They show how much you love me,
with adoration that's so true.

In every way I pledge to say...
I'll always love you too.

Forever I'll be with you. Death can't separate us.
Because death can't change what God arranged,
and He said He'd integrate us.

I am looking forward to that day, when here at home we'll meet.

My shadow is in Heaven...
BOWED DOWN UPON GOD'S FEET.

"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY."