He's lays there sleeping on his pillow made of stone. 

The Lord has taken his soul to a new home.

I miss him dearly and think of him each day.

It's still hard to believe that he's gone away.

I can hear his voice most nights in the late night air

He's telling me not to worry, he'll always be there.

I remember his words spoken as if from his own breath

I can feel the air as it whispers to the west

I feel you daddy I know you're here I know where ever I am that you are near.

I heard you daddy and I won't forget to listen to that wind that blows from the west.