My Dad is yodeling somewhere

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My Dad is yodeling somewhere

He loved to travel well

My Dad is yodeling somewhere

Making someone’s day

A Heaven or Hell.

There was no grey with my Father

It was black or it was white

God forbid you had an opinon

He was always right.

This is my third January

Since he went to be

with the God of his understanding.

I am wondering

how the angels 

Are making out

he was always so demanding.

I chose my Father.

I did pretty good

But like often happens.

I did not check under the hood.

My Dad is yodeling somewhere

Today he is yodeling to me

I am singing back to him

Beloved Father

May the Blessings Be. 

My Dad is yodeling somewhere.