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son and his grandfather. passing down. |
Look up to see that old little shack on that hill There sat a family in that little ville In this house were a dad, mom, and little Will Will was a young boy who was full of thrill He would live at his free will But he would always go to his grandpa when ill Will lived his life the way he'd want But after every single stunt His grandpa was around And when Will messed up his grandpa would help him rebound One day his grandpa had a terrible stroke Before he died this is what he spoke [chorus] How many times I held you when you cried How many times I helped you tie your shoes when untied All of my laughter, crying, and dreams Never will leave is how it seems Thoughts of me will always go on This old me you used to rely upon But when my death has occured The only thing you will have, is the Wooden Bird These words Will never did understand Until he turned to see a bird on a stand It was a wooden bird with a fierce look Is this his grandpa's so-called source book? But he did as he was told And man with this, Will has never fooled And when asked about it, this is what he told [chorus] How many times he held me when I cried How many times he helped me when my shoes were untied All of his laughter, crying, and dreams Never will leave is how it seems Thoughts of him will always go on This old man I used to rely on But ever since his death has occured The only thing I have, is the Wooden Bird The day of graduation I look into the crowd Everyone is down there looking so very proud In the back of the room sat an object That had one great deal of effect on the subject [chorus] How many times he held me when I cried How many times he helped me when my shoes were untied All of his laughter, crying, and dreams Never will leave is how it seems Thoughts of him will always go on This old man I used to rely on But ever since his death has occured The only thing I have, is the Wooden Bird The day I came to my death I had a son who was named Seth He came to visit me every single day He told me it was going to be alright and that he would stay Then one day I was on my last breath And finally I had come to my death But this is the note I left [chorus] How many times I held you when you cried How many times I helped you tie your shoes when untied All of my laughter, crying, and dreams Never will leave is how it seems Thoughts of me will always go on This old me you used to rely upon But when my death has occured The only thing you will have, is the Wooden Bird |