question, like a real one not a title of a song or something

Collin

does anybody know any song lyrics, poem, whatever about fathers, granfathers...
they have to be about how great he is or was.

The story is my grandfather died when my father was 12, leaving his wife(my grandmother) with 11 children to raise the oldest one being 16.
Now I never heard much stories about my grandfather, but last night there was a family get together thing and everbody was telling stories about my grandfather.
My grandfather was a very great, noble, generous man. And I researched al little and everybody that knew him felt this way. Now I want to write a sort of biography, memories people have about him, wise advice he gave... I made one about my grandmother too, how amazing she was for raising 11 childeren on her own, keeping a house hold...


thank you.

violet ray

all i could think of was father and son by cat stevens...but when i looked up the lyrics just now, i 'm not sure exactly what he meant with them or if it would be what you are looking for.

another father & son song, but DEFINITELY NOT what you're looking for is cats in the cradle.

ISN

Grandad's dead
And I'm sorry about that.

He'd a huge black overcoat.
He felt proud in it.
You could have hidden
A football crowd in it.
Far too big -
It was a lousy fit
But Grandad didn't
Mind a bit.
He wore it all winter
With a squashed black hat.

Now he's dead
And I'm sorry about that.

He'd got twelve stories.
I'd heard every one of them
Hundreds of times
But that was the fun of them:
You knew what was coming
So you could join in.
He'd got big hands
And brown, grooved skin
And when he laughed
It knocked you flat.

Now he's dead
And I'm sorry about that.

Kit Wright

Still Here

'Man of the Hour'--Pearl Jam

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in May.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.

And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They'll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

And the road
The old man paved
The broken seems along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.