How I remember so fondly of those days
Days of old when my father was younger
And I just a child filled with innocence
Full of wonder about the meaning of life

One assurance I remember having
Of providence from Source of all sources
From regular chanting that rose in the evening
In every home in the hood, including mine

My father worked with men in hamlet
To discuss the building of a Chapel
Chapel where Saint Joseph Honored
Whose name my father carried
Same as the surname I carried proudly