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If you are walking around heaven,

And you happen to see my dad,

Tell him that I got his message,

The thought I'm on his mind made me glad.

Tell him I often cry when I think of the old time,

And tell him that I am sad,

Tell him his memory isn't lost in my mind,

Tell him Sir, please tell him man.

I can't loose the memory of him again,

And everything I have forgotten,

And everything I remember,

All could be washed about in one cold December.