His life.
Your gift.

[Verse 1] Dad says, Did I ever tell you? And we all put down our forks, Because the wind is getting stronger and he's reaching for his shorts. It's the camping trip in August, it's the gazebo taking flight, It's the neighbours in their pyjamas chasing half the tent that night. By now we know the weather and the colour of the pegs, We know you caught it single-handed, though you sometimes add a friend. [Chorus] Tell it again, Dad, we know every line, The gazebo gets bigger every single time. We roll our eyes, we pour your tea, You say, Now listen, you weren't there with me. Tell it again, Dad, go on, begin, We'll do the bit with the wind. [Verse 2] You claim you ran a hundred yards; Mum says it might be ten, You pause to do the action and we hear the whole thing again. Your grandson's started copying the way you hold your chin, Then waits until the punchline and comes charging straight back in. Eight hundred and forty-seven, if our counting isn't wrong, You look so pleased we made your famous rescue into a song. [Bridge] I used to think a memory was something you put away, But yours come out at dinner and sit with us all day. I know I'll hear your laughter when that canvas starts to fly, So take your time, we're listening; there's no need to get it right. [Chorus] Tell it again, Dad, we know every line, The gazebo gets bigger every single time. We roll our eyes, we pour your tea, You say, Now listen, you weren't there with me. Tell it again, Dad, go on, begin, We'll do the bit with the wind.