My father was a fireman
He drove a big red truck
And when he'd go to work each day
He'd say, "Mother, wish me luck."
Then Dad would not come home again
Til sometime the next day
But the thing that bothered me the most
Was the things some folks would say
"A firemans life is easy,
He eats and sleeps and plays,
And sometimes he won't fight a fire
For days and days."
When I first heard these words
I was too young to understand
But I knew when people had trouble
Dad was there too lend a hand
Then my father went to work one day
And he kissed us all goodbye
But little did we realize
That night we all would cry
My father lost his life that night
When the floor gave way below
And I wondered why he would risked his life
For someone he did not know
But now I truly realize
The greatest gift a man can give
Is to lay his life upon the line
So that someone else might live
So as we go from day to day
And we pray to God above
Say a prayer for your local fireman
He may save the one's you love
