Lyrics

On a beautiful day in January,
A boy from Barellan was born,
So much joy for Albert and Alice,
Grins so wide, all they could do was stare,
Before them was an Angel,
Born with a heart to care.

Henry James Rook, better known as Jim.
Had so many memories from that town,
From falling into a boiling copper,
and recieving medals from the crown,
he loved catching rabbits,
playing cricket, fishing with friends.
But as time went by he had a plan,
Leave Barellan a boy,
move to leeton and become a man.

Our dear old Dad!
A loving husband, father and Son,
You've grown your wings and gone to heaven,
We are down here now kicking stones.
We just wish,
That God could move heaven and earth.
And return you home.

You fell in love with your sweetheart,
Got married on the ides of march,
Diane was your reason for living,
The one to walk down that garden path,

Being a father made you proud,
made you strong, you stood so tall.
We were the apple of your eye,
Your Sons,
Jamie, Glen and Paul.

Our dear old Dad!
Life will never be the same,
Especially that night the good lord
came and took you away.
We know you'll watch over us,
That is what we'll pray,
you lived a great life,
Strong, not in fear and never sad,
you were our hero.
we love you.
Our dear old dad.