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Although he could not say...
Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride
He never said I love you
But he came to every game
Even in defeat his son knew
He loved him just the same
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He'd pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair
When he graduated college
I love you wasn't said
He smiled as he shook his hand
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead
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When his son went to war
He trembled as he spoke
And brushing away the tears
He made a little joke
Now, his son's come home
And he stands with eyes downcast
His hands stroking the coffin
Saying I love you son at last!
...Beatrice Boyle
Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride
He never said I love you
But he came to every game
Even in defeat his son knew
He loved him just the same
[newpage]
He'd pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair
When he graduated college
I love you wasn't said
He smiled as he shook his hand
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead
[newpage]
When his son went to war
He trembled as he spoke
And brushing away the tears
He made a little joke
Now, his son's come home
And he stands with eyes downcast
His hands stroking the coffin
Saying I love you son at last!
Beatrice Boyle
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