Tribute to my Dad

David Yule 1948-2017


When God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be

He put his arms around you

And whispered come to me

He didn’t like what you went through

And he gave you rest

His garden must be beautiful

He only takes the best

And when we saw you sleeping

So peaceful and free from pain

We wouldn’t wish you back

To suffer that again

Today we say goodbye

And as you take your final rest

That garden must be beautiful

Because you are one of the best.