FATHER'S LAST WORDS TO ME.
Copyright, 1886, by Willis Woodward A Co.
Words by George Cooper. Music by J. P. Skelly.
Tho' years have flown since we were parted,
The words he spoke I'll ne'er forget;
Dear father kind and gentle hearted,
No fonder friend in life I've met!
He called me to his side one twilight,
And said: "My boy, no more I'll see!
I'm fading fast; be good to mother!"
Were father's last words to me.
Tho' life may he gay, oh, heed his words each day,
And never let the world your heart entice!
The lessons he taught but good to us have brought,
Forget not your father's last advice!
"Your poor old father now is fading,
But life for you is fair and bright;
The wing of death my brow is shading,
And soon I'll wander from your sight!"
He clasped my hand, and drew me closer,
And murmur'd: "Boy, where'er you be,
Remember still the good I've taught you!"
Were father's last words to me.-Chorus.
His voice grew faint, a smile of gladness
O'erspread his pale and wrinkled brow;
I think of him with pain and sadness,
I see those whiten'd hairs e'en now!
Oh, still his gentle words I cherish,
I've known no dearer friend than he!
So in my heart I keep for ever
My father's last words to me.-Chorus.