I remember this old man and the wisdom he shared with me   Upon his knee I'd listen   I remember words he spoke and the look behind his quiet eyes   In silent bliss life gives little lessons      He spun tales of worlds unseen   Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams   He lived his life again just for me   He raised children to be strong   They flew into the city lights, such busy lives   He wished they'd visit home      I will remember the words of this old man until my dying day      It took his death to bring them home   To the empty rooms where they had grown   Where he died alone   And they buried him next to his bride   I held her hand as my mother cried   Just a child of five, now I understand      Now I understand the words of this old man