Lyrics:

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