Lyrics

They moved on average
Every seven years
Uprooting family
Chasing his careers

He worked long hours
Always home for dinner
She tended the home fires
He was the bread winner

Is he a pilgrim or martyr
I don’t know he’s just my father

We kids growing up didn’t
See him very much, but
Mom’s subtle warning gave it
A two parent touch

Just wait til your dad gets home
Was all she had to say
We knew that meant business
Get back outside and play

Is he a pilgrim or martyr
I don’t know he’s just my father

But he always provided
To middle class standard, a
Trampoline, a piano
A pool in the back yard

Then a car accident coming
Home from work late
Our mom all dressed up
For their now cancelled date

Is he a pilgrim or martyr
I don’t know he’s just my father

Six months in hospital
He became a changed man
Decided to go back to school
With new direction and plan

It took quite a long time
And a lot of perseverance
A PHD before he retired
Gave them their assurance

Is he a pilgrim or martyr
I don’t know he’s just my father

Now she has Parkinson’s
And he cooks the dinner
Gives her her medicines
He’s still her bread winner

He is patient loving and kind
Married sixty three years
She taught him to find what really
Matters it appears

Is he pilgrim or martyr
I don’t know he’s just my father

Repeat and then

Is he pilgrim or martyr
I do know he is my father