God gave Dad the gift of song
And a song he sings indeed;
Lifting all my Burdens
When my eyes are both in Need.

Dream a little dream:
He dries away the Tears,
Holds my heavy head,
And keeps me through the years-

Loves me like a song,
Minds my hearty heart.
His love is like the wind-
An omnipresent art.
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Say well about my mind...
Say well about my kind.
A decade or more a Saywell comes
To taint a precious find.

Kyle Hamp

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-daddy-sing/