The Man Is Alive

The night sometimes seems dangerous

We wonder what it hides

It sometimes brings us closer

And forever changes our lives

Strangers talk in open ways

We cannot always understand

Who have not felt the loving touch

And seen the guiding hand

I was brought up near the riverside

In a quiet Irish town

An eighteen-month-old baby

The night they laid my daddy down

Everyone knew everyone

And everybody else as well

My home was filled with sorrow then

Too much for me to tell

The man is alive

Alive and breathing

It's taken me so long to see

The man is alive

Alive and breathing

The man is alive in me

We stood among the totem poles

Under the Canadian moonlight

She told me all about her childhood days

On the Vancouver mountain side

An eighteen-month-old baby

The night her daddy passed away

We stood and watched the darkness

Flowing into the light of day

The night sometimes seems dangerous

We wonder what it hides

It sometimes brings us closer

And forever changes our lives

Strangers talk in open ways

We cannot always understand

But we begin to feel the loving touch

And see the guiding hand

The man is alive

Alive and breathing

It's taken me so long to see

The man is alive

Alive and breathing

The man is alive in me