He never missed a day of work, always had a kind word Four buttons on a worn out shirt, but neatly cleaned and pressed
He couldn't read or write, but never failed to see a sight or hear a sound
A triumph in this life to watched it all go by - with a smile
All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other
His son died young his daughter as deaf as stone
His castle a shotgun house an easy chair his throne He'd work from day to night and in the evening he’d feel its bite of pain
But every sunrise he'd greet it all with open arms and love - for all that is
All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other
Many thought him simple but so few see the truth
So loud we live that we can't feel the glory anymore
And then I heard he died but all I could feel was the joy, oh the joy
All that is, all that has been, all we have is each other
All that is, all that will be, all we have is each other