Dads Eyes © by: Verne Garrison; October 4, 2007 Valley Park, Mo Key D..Banjo tuned to E …Moderate to slow (D) Steel blue eyes And coal-black (A) hair Not large in size But strong as a (D) bear His eyes could cut right thru (D) you Or soften to corn-flower (A) blue Reflecting, and under- standing And caring……(D) too Late (G) in life, the cataracts (D) came Primitive methods took his lenses (A) too Replaced by thick glasses, what a shame No more eyes of (D) blue Dad told me in last few (D) days He had been to earths edge, and I (A) knew As he whispered those words, I saw, once again those eyes of (D) blue I saw, once again (A) those eyes of (D) blue