In My Father's Footsteps

When I was very small, before I learned to talk My father held my hand and his, and showed me how to walk And sometimes I would cry, for sometimes I would fall But always he was there for me, to help me through it all In my father's footsteps, that's how I begin But there was so much more to know Still so very far to go for me to be a man As I began to grow, my world began to change The many things my father said to me seemed very strange We'd often disagree, we both would take a stand We never were so close again, as when he held my hand In my father's footsteps, that's how I begin But there was so much more to know (ooh) Still so very far to go for me to understand (ooh) My father now is gone, and more and more I see The kind of man my father was, was not so bad to be And someday when I'm old, I hope that I can be As good a dad as my old man when he was here with me In my father's footsteps, that's how I begin But there was so much more to know (ooh) Still so very far to go for me to understand (ooh) In my father's footsteps, that's how I begin But there was so much more to know (ooh) Still so very far to go for me to understand (ooh) In my father's footsteps, that's how I begin