Little Hands Big Name

You fixed my bike chain, greasy hands

School bus late, but you always ran

Lunch box note in the side pocket

Big old grin when you saw me off it

You taught me how to hold my ground

How to lose and still stand proud

Maple syrup on the Saturday plate

You made small mornings feel first-rate

And I remember

Every hard day

You were the answer

In your own way

Father, child

Same old smile

You carried me

Mile by mile (father, child)

Father, child

Walk that line

Happy Father’s Day

You’re my kind

Now I see you in the way I talk

In my stubborn step, in my steady walk

Phone call late, just checking in

You still laugh at the shape I’m in

Now I bring you your favorite pie

You say “sit down, son,” and your eyes get bright

No gold frame, just a porch light glow

That’s the kind of love I know

And I remember

Every hard day

You were the answer

In your own way

Father, child

Same old smile

You carried me

Mile by mile (father, child)

Father, child

Walk that line

Happy Father’s Day

You’re my kind

If I stumble, you don’t step back

You point me home and that’s that

No big speech, just a hand on my shoulder

I get stronger, get older

Father, child

Same old smile

You carried me

Mile by mile (father, child)

Father, child

Walk that line

Happy Father’s Day

You’re my kind (my kind)

Happy Father’s Day

From your child

Happy Father’s Day

For the miles