I dream about my Dad at night,
I dream he's still alive,
I wake up in the morning,
only memories survive.

I would see him every weekend,
when I was a little boy,
he would take me to the cinema,
to me it was all a joy.

The time went quick,
and now it's gone,
it's all so long ago,
but in my mind
I bring it back,
the memories just flow.

I think about him now and then,
and in the past I'd cry,
I wish he did'nt go that day,
we didn't say goodbye.