To a father whom I love,

An oak tree tall and strong,

But whose voice is still

As sweet as a bird’s gentle song.

You call me to every evening,

To enjoy the life of harmony,

With the food we eat,

I think that I’m lucky you’re in the family.

It is a joy seeing you

In every cherishing moment,

Whether eating, talking, or laughing with excitement,

You are the one of the best gifts on earth -

To a father whom I love.