I always hated that Sunday in June When Fathers Day would fall And I'd have no escape at all I always dreaded the start of September That's when thoughts of losing you Would all come rushing through Now I know I'll never be done with grieving But this feels a lot like healing Oh it feels a lot like healing I always felt so melancholy On every single twelfth of February But then your granddaughter was born On the exact same week as you And I no longer feel so blue If I know I'll never be done with grieving But this feels a lot like healing Oh it feels a lot like healing And now I can take All those future Fathers Days If I know I'll never be done with grieving But this feels a lot like healing Oh I know I'll never be done with grieving But this feels a lot like healing Oh it feels a lot like healing Oh it feels a lot like healing And now I love that Sunday in June