My father was a working man who got up with the sun
And he’d toil away from dawn till dusk, his work was never done
He held my mothers love so gently in his kind and tender way
And his blessings I will treasure always till my dying day

I’ll never fill my father’s shoes or plough the furrow straight
But my father lives inside me and his memories never fade
And when I cross the border line sure I know what I will see
My fathers shoes outside the door, waiting there for me

When the winter winds blew from the east my father didn’t mind
But he always feared the southwest gales at the turning of the tide
He loved the golden sunset when the summer day was o’er
He could always tell by the ocean swell what the weather held in store

My father worked the land each day with honest toil and love
And we prayed each night together for Gods bounties from above
I never told him that I loved him for I never needed to
At our last farewell he told me I’ll be waiting there for you

I’ll never fill my father’s shoes or plough the furrow straight
But my father lives inside me and his memories never fade
And when I cross the border line sure I know what I will see
My father’s shoes outside the door, waiting there for me

My father’s shoes outside the door, waiting there for me