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