One day I'll sit by my father's grave What if I forget all but his name Will they let me help out Carry his widow's black shroud I still wonder what he could have said You'll catch a cold standing in the rain Nice to meet you Alan Hello dearest children I sit and pray by my father's grave Had I known you we would've been friends You played a little guitar Go home it's getting dark And all the stories He never told And all the stories I never hold on to And all the stories He never told And all the stories I never hold on to