[Intro]

[verse]

Oh Abraham you lucky man to have your son set free

While all the rest were not so blessed to fall on thankful knee

I for one, who’s lost his son, can only tell you this

For all your life, until you die, that son you’ll always miss

A thousand rams I would pay to see him at my door

To hear his voice, to smell his scent, to hold him close once more

Again & again I miss that boy ten thousand fathoms deep

Sometimes I get a glimpse of him but only in my sleep

Oh Abraham you lucky man to have your son with you

To be there with him when things look grim to do what fathers do

To share his life, his kids his wife and maybe grandkids too

Have family times & share some wine and look at life anew

[chorus]

Oh Abraham you lucky man to have your son set free

While all the rest were not so blessed to fall on thankful knee

[bridge]

What are the words that capture loss that make it real from sleep?

What words express the sorrow that lives ten thousand fathoms deep?

What are the words that capture loss that make it real from sleep?

What words express the sorrow that lives ten thousand fathoms deep?