Back in ’63 my little league career had just begun
I had two left feet yet I believed
That I could rise above
I watched the bigger kids
And prayed the coach would put me in
But I sat on the bench
Well my biggest fan sat in the stands
For each and every game
And though he was blind, he listened for
The coach to call my name
“Please coach let me play”
“You see my dad, He’s watching me
Yes, my Dad’s so proud of me
Even though my dad can’t see
He’s watching me”
Well the weeks went by
And summer time was almost at an end
It was a special day I just had to play
May not get this chance again
The coach put me in
And underneath the stars that night
I got my first hit
When I crossed the plate
Tears on my face, I looked up in the stands
I nodded to the empty seat
That used to be my dad’s
Coach said “Sorry son,
Your daddy wasn’t here to see
And I said “Yes he was”
“I guess you didn’t hear the news
My dad, he passed away
And I know Jesus touched his eyes
And for the first time
My dad he’s really watching me
Yes my dad’s so proud of me
Up in heaven Dad can see
He’s watching me
You see my dad he’s watching me
Yes my dad’s so proud of me
Now in heaven Dad can see
He’s watching me
Up in Heaven Dad he sees
He’s watching me”