My Father

Some fathers aren't there for you My father shows me love, care and he gives me money He's the best father in the world My father is kind, sharing, he's nifty He's like a "red rose," dulcet He's fine, fair, first-class always have been He's been there since day one Him loving me will never be done We're covered by a quilt of love It warms us like no other. God used his hands of one so dear The one I call my Father.