Lyrics:

He''s a young manIn his golden yearsHis hair of black now quickly fades to grayThe limp as he walksIs his only souvenirFrom those purple-hearted, war time daysBut you don''t hear him complainNo matter how the fallI don''t have a lot, he&ampapos;d smile and sayBut Lord, I have it allHe''s a heroIn my mother''s eyesHe taught her how to raise me rightAnd never compromiseHe always says he hasThe finer things in lifeSomewhere to live, someone to loveAnd the Good Book to live bySome say his heart is bigAlthough his fortune&ampapos;s smallI don''t have a lot, he&ampapos;d smile and sayBut Lord, I have it allA Rembrandt in his own rightA master at his craftCreating something beautifulA memory that will lastAnd always lastHe''s the constantIn our familyBeginning this long line of love with careAnd even when he&ampapos;s goneHe''ll watch over meWhen I close my eyes at night, I feel him thereWear my name well, my childBe true and stand tallYou don''t have a lot, he''d always sayBut thank the Lord, you have it allYou don''t have a lot, he''d always sayBut thank the Lord, you have it allHero in my mother''s eyes