“I lost my dad this past february and i was 12. i don't know when ill stop grieving but this song defiantly helped.”
— Kimmie Reichardt
“I don't treat my dad right tonight when he comes home the house is gonna be clean and I'm showing him this song thank you.”
— Damian Garris
“Fight Dad... I know you can beat cancer.. I would not be able to live without you around...”
— Lalawmpuia Pachuau
“Just wanted to say thankyou so much for this song... my dad passed away 2 weeks ago due to cancer and I chose your song to be played at his funeral... this song now means so much more to me now it is a memory of my dad.”
— Adam Golby
“This song brought tears to my eyes! Absolutely AMAZING!”
— Isaac Josué
“I cried and cried in this. I'm only 15 and take my dad for granted ,thank you for showing me ,I dont wanna lose my dad and I will treasure the time I have with my parents”
A son rarely tells his father
How he really feels,
A handshake or a pat on the back
Is all that he reveals,
I'd like to right that wrong,
Here in this little song.
Thank you for shaping my life,
Thank you for teaching me all you can,
You are no ordinary man,
You make me everything I am.
Thank you for taking the time,
Thank you for showing me the way,
And thank you for being there when I need you,
Thank you for every single day.
Now I've been blessed with a son of my own,
Got my own bedtime stories to tell,
If I can raise him half as well as you raised me,
Guess I'll be doing pretty well.
Thank you for your guiding hand,
Thank you for making my dreams come true,
You're an extraordinary man,
And I hope you're as proud of me
As I am proud of you.
Thank you for giving me life,
Thank you for showing me good from bad.
I guess I'm only really trying to say,
Thank you for being my Dad.
Even though the years drift away,
I never took the time just to say,
‘I love you, and I always have,
And thank you for being my Dad.’
‘Thank you for being my Dad.'
On December 20th 2005 my Dad was gravely ill in hospital, it was touch and go if he would make it to Christmas. His kidneys had failed, he had pneumonia and he was becoming weaker by the hour. He was transferred to a special unit in Bristol where he started to recover. Lisa, my wife and I had 2 young children & wanted a quick New Year break. Dad assured me that he was fine and told us to ‘get ourselves off.’ In the numerous calls home during our break, my Mum said he was Ok, an not to worry.
When got home my heart sank when I saw a letter addressed to me in my Dad’s handwriting. We put the kids to bed & I opened the letter, it was a single page letter written on lined hospital paper.
It had an air of finality about it and I could see the effort he put into holding the pen to write it. In the simple page of lined hospital notepaper, he wrote of how much he thought of my music and how he wanted the world to hear it. ‘If it doesn't, it will be the World’s loss.’ I went to bed that night, but couldn’t sleep. My Dad was born and raised in a time when men didn’t express their feelings. This led me to think that as he had opened up to me a little, then he must be thinking that he was going to die soon.
I went to my piano in the early hours and soon a song fell into my head. It was as if the song was already written & it was my job to write it down. I cried with each new line. If it was my Dad’s time to go, I wanted him to know how I felt, and above all else to thank him for everything.
Though I have written and recorded literally hundreds of original songs, I have never had a song that was so ‘complete’ in my head.
I sent a recording of the song to my parents’ home in Gloucestershire.
The next day I went to see my Dad. He was pleased to see me, but somehow knew that things didn’t look great for him. I tried not to show how shocked I was to see this once proud, well-groomed man, now much thinner, with a grey complexion and covered in grey stubbly whiskers. But he was still my Dad and I was determined for him to hear my song. To hear his song.
Music was so much part of his life, I wasn't too surprised to see that he had his headphones connected to a CD player. I told him that I’d written him a song. His face lit up and asked if he could hear it. I put the CD into the machine and helped put the headphones on his head. I pressed play. I watched him listening to the song. His eyes filled with tears. At the end of the song, through the tears he said, ‘Thank you.’ I hugged him and told him that he had to get himself better.
Over the course of the next few weeks, minor miracles started to occur. Dad started to get better. Slowly, but surely he regained his strength. His health stabilised and despite dialysis he left hospital and was able to live a new kind of life at home with Mum.
Was my little song part of his recovery, I will never know. Was it the catalyst? I will never know. But what I do know is that he enjoyed another seven years with his family. David, my Father lived until March 1st (St. David’s Day) 2013. Every year, when I see the first daffodil of Spring, I always think of him. Every year, I light a candle and play this song on his birthday. May 10th.
I hope that in some small way his song might mean something to you too.
Jon Barker – 2019
Here’s just some of the many cover versions recorded around the world...
"I have to tell you a story about my father. I grew up on a small island called Curacao, I was in a gang from age 9 to 17 I was a really bad kid. I was going to die or go to jail my father never gave up on me, I told my father when I am 18 I will leave the house and stay with my other gang members I was never home just to sleep one day he told me where going on vacation to my family in Europe when we landed he told me will never go back all of our belongings was in one suitcase I was really mad he sold everything his house his company everything that is above 21 years ago thanks to him I have found my soul mate for 20 years got two very good boys. I am blessed I am doing great in life thanks to a man that saw something in me that I didn't see myself. Now he is living on the island he never saw my youngest son we didn't speak to each other for about three years, last week I have discovered this song and I cried like a baby, I send him this song and now we’re calling each other almost every day, so thank you for making this song, I will never forget it. Sorry if my English is not so good. I had to tell my story."
- Ramses Lesire