There you were walking in the snow.
My baby boy grown, a free bird,
a man more than I could ever be.
Needless to say I love you my friend.
I can never find the words, I avoid them,
If there’s a heaven I hope we find it
together the way we used to fish when young.
I changed the hook and you made the catch.
Now, I’ve nearly lost you, just hanging by white knuckles
on a cliff, the cliff only a father and son can know.