In a vine covered shack in the mountains.
Bravely fighting the battle of time.
There’s a dear one who’s wept through life’s sorrows.
It’s that silver haired daddy of mine.
If I could recall all the heartaches, dear ole daddy I’ve caused you to bear.
If I could erase those lines from your face and bring back the gold to your hair.
If God would but grant me the power just to turn back the pages of time.
I would give all I own just to put a tone to that silver haired daddy of mine.