My Uncle and my friend,
I thought you would be here to the end.
Why did you have to leave us and go?
Can you remember the ice angels in the snow?
I will always remember the gold old days,
The fun we had playing on our sleighs.
The way you would make us smile,
If only for a little while.
You where my Grobbelaar, and a true red to the end,
But most of all you where my Uncle and my frien...
