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He's A Hero
He's a young man
In his golden years
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray
The limp as he walks
Is his only souvenir
From those purple-hearted, war time days
But you don't hear him complain
No matter how the fall
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
But Lord, I have it all
He's a hero
In my mother's eyes
He taught her how to raise me right
And never compromise
He always says he has
The finer things in life
Somewhere to live, someone to love
And the Good Book to live by
Some say his heart is big
Although his fortune's small
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
But Lord, I have it all
A Rembrandt in his own right
A master at his craft
Creating something beautiful
A memory that will last
And always last
He's the constant
In our family
Beginning this long line of love with care
And even when he's gone
He'll watch over me
When I close my eyes at night, I feel him there
Wear my name well, my child
Be true and stand tall
You don't have a lot, he'd always say
But Lord you have it all
You don't have a lot, he'd always say
But thank the Lord, you have it all
Hero in my mother's eyes
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Hero in my mother's eyes
But thank the Lord, you have it all
You don't have a lot, he'd always say
But Lord you have it all
You don't have a lot, he'd always say
Be true and stand tall
Wear my name well, my child
When I close my eyes at night, I feel him there
He'll watch over me
And even when he's gone
Beginning this long line of love with care
In our family
He's the constant
And always last
A memory that will last
Creating something beautiful
A master at his craft
A Rembrandt in his own right
But Lord, I have it all
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
Although his fortune's small
Some say his heart is big
And the Good Book to live by
Somewhere to live, someone to love
The finer things in life
He always says he has
And never compromise
He taught her how to raise me right
In my mother's eyes
He's a hero
But Lord, I have it all
I don't have a lot, he'd smile and say
No matter how the fall
But you don't hear him complain
From those purple-hearted, war time days
Is his only souvenir
The limp as he walks
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray
In his golden years
He's a young man
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