My Father's Room

No, you don't have to tell me this was his room
'Cause I can feel deep inside that it's my home
I can feel there's someone here, maybe someone's near
No, you don't have to tell me this was his room.

And there's the old soft chair where he sat
The old coat handle where he hung his hat
He'd have a smile upon his face, 'cause this was his favourite place
No, you don't have to tell me this was his room.

And there's the old piano no one plays anymore
And it's known much better times before
It'll only play an old song, one that's been long gone
No, you don't have to tell me this was his room.

And on the wall, the rusty nail where my picture hung
The ladder to the bedroom with the broken rung
There's no rug upon the floor, wind comes through the door
No, you don't have to tell me this was his room.

No, you don't have to tell me this was his room
'Cause I can feel deep inside that it's my home
I can feel there's someone here, maybe someone's near
No, you don't have to tell me this was his room.