FATHERS WILL AND FATHERS PAIN.
        ( The  Band of Gold, Simply a Vow Taken.)

Dad,
Has always been the Rock,
As Storms pass,
 
I admire our Fathers will,
And our Fathers pain,
When the cool winds blew,
And chill they were,
                   Cruel,
 
And many a tear did flow,
That Winter,
That God forsaken Winter,
 
Well into his eightieth year,
Feeding our Mother,
Feeding his Love,
Into days ending of Care!
 
For we have only treasured memories,
Of Joy,
To share,
A shadow,
To view,
Distant,
 
Is this Vessel,
To Sail!!
To Sail!!
Telling our Rock,
Telling our Rock,
Behind!!
Behind!!