My father was a common man 
His fair is such a thing 
An ordinary common man 
Till he begin to sing 
It felt like 
Angels guided around 
To listen to each gentle sound 
My father use to sing 
My father use to sing 
Oh how I love the memories 
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed 
My father sings to me 
He sang of love and everyone 
Saw something of his heart 
And for awhile the worries past 
He sat then with empty arms 
And silence fell on angry men 
And harden eyes turned misty when 
My father use to sing 
My father use to sing 
Oh how I love the memories 
And if I closed my eyes and dreamed, 
My father sings to me 
Music ---- 
My father had the gift of song 
And gave His gift to me 
I’ve had such blessings from that gift 
I only wish he could hear 
Could see the pleasure and the joy 
Gods giving to the little boy 
Whose father use to sing 
My Father use to 
Sing