Alan

One day I'll sit by my father's grave
What if I forget all but his name
Will they let me help out

Carry his widow's black shroud
I still wonder what he could have said
You'll catch a cold standing in the rain
Nice to meet you Alan
Hello dearest children
I sit and pray by my father's grave
Had I known you we would've been friends
You played a little guitar
Go home it's getting dark
And all the stories
He never told
And all the stories
I never hold on to
And all the stories
He never told
And all the stories
I never hold on to