He toured in Paris and he flew a plane
He could play any instrument that you could name
He was a loving father a gentle husband I hope someday I'm the same
I just wish he were here today so he could hear me play
Chorus: I Try to make him proud in every way
And if he were here I hope the words he'd say
Is that he loves me and he's watching over me
And that he just can't wait till we play together
In Heaven someday
He might have passed on but he didn't go far
Cuz I can feel him here every time I pick up my guitar
The talent I've gained was his to give and in a way through me he lives
He's here today and I know he's heard me play
I try to make him proud in every way
If he were here I hope the words he'd say
Is that he loves me and he'll always be proud of me
and that he just can't wait till we play together
In Heaven someday