Scraps Of Paper - Eric Bogle

These day my life seems shomehow like a tired old cliche,
A bad movie scene that just goes on.
With dialog like "it's so sad", "How fast time slips away"
Or "you never realy miss them till their gone"
Funny how these old cliches come true,
I never thought I'd miss him but I do.

CHORUS
My father died in summer
And all he left behind
Were little scraps of paper
Little scraps of rhyme
I read them and felt something inside me break
And angrily cried out "too late, too late
Surely there must be something better
Surely there must be something better.

He and I were always strangers searching for someone
I was looking for a hero and he a friend
So while I searched for my father, he was looking for his son.
And strangers we remained until the end.
But the man who wrote his heart into those ryhmes.
I know he could have been a good friend of mine.

Chorus

So I sit here where he lived and died, as the ghosts around me weep
And the evening shadows lengthen on the wall.
And in the this dark and empty room, it's easy to believe
That he never lived at all.
But the little scraps of paper in my hand
Proved he lived for me, A father and a man.

Chorus ^^