Simple Tin Whistle Tabs

In a vine-covered shack in the mountains,

Bravely fighting the battle of time,

Lies a dear one whose weather lines battle--

It's that silver haired daddy of mine.

If I could recall all the heartaches,

Dear old Daddy, I've caused you to bear,

If I could erase those lines from your face

And bring back the gold to your hair.

Oh, if God would but grant me the power

Just to turn back the pages of time,

I'd give all that I own, if I could but atone

To that silver haired daddy of mine.