MAAS – Henry Herbert

Born Thursday February 16, 1950. Passed away Friday October 09, 2026.

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Passed away peacefully surrounded by family on October 9, 2026.

Aged 76 years.

Tributes

1. A Lionheart Till the End
   A country song for Henry “Marzy” Maas
   Verse 1
   There's an old man sitting in his favourite chair,
   A lifetime of stories and grey in his hair.
   A smoke in his hand, that familiar old grin,
   With a heart like a lion that never gave in.
   A country man's soul, with dirt on his boots,
   A love for his family that ran deep to the roots.
   And though time slowed his steps and the years took their toll,
   There was still a wild country fire in his soul.
   Chorus
   'Cause I remember him ten feet tall,
   The toughest old fighter of them all.
   With a whistle, the dogs would come running around,
   Never far from their master, wherever he was found.
   A smoke in his hand and a heart made of gold,
   With a million more stories that he'd never quite told.
   He fought till the end, never willing to go,
   That's the man we loved, and the man we'll always know.
   Verse 2
   There's something 'bout nights when the bonfire glowed,
   Sitting together, with nowhere to go.
   Those chats that went on till the stars filled the sky,
   The laughs and the stories, the years drifting by.
   And out on the farm, where the memories run deep,
   There's a piece of our hearts that we're always gonna keep.
   Just a man and his family, his dogs by his side,
   With a lifetime of love he never needed to hide.
   Chorus
   'Cause I remember him ten feet tall,
   The toughest old fighter of them all.
   With a whistle, the dogs would come running around,
   Never far from their master, wherever he was found.
   A smoke in his hand and a heart made of gold,
   With a million more stories that he'd never quite told.
   He fought till the end, never willing to go,
   That's the man we loved, and the man we'll always know.
   Verse 3
   And those grandkids he loved with a love without end,
   He was their Pop, their safe place, their mate and their friend.
   No matter how big they grew or how far they might roam,
   In the heart of their Pop, they'd always have home.
   He'd faced every battle with grit in his veins,
   Kept fighting through heartbreak, through suffering and pain.
   Right up to the end, he stood proud and stood tall,
   A true country legend, the strongest of all.
   Bridge
   Now the chair sits empty, the fire burns low,
   And there's so much more we wanted you to know.
   The dogs that you loved will be waiting up there,
   Running to greet you, without a single care.
   No more pain in your body, no more battles to fight,
   Just open fields and stars shining bright.
   And somewhere beyond where the old country roads bend,
   You're free now, old mate — your fight's at an end.
   Final Chorus
   'Cause I'll remember you ten feet tall,
   The toughest old fighter of them all.
   With a whistle, the dogs would come running around,
   And your love for them all was the truest I'd found.
   A smoke in your hand, with that lion's heart inside,
   A country man's spirit no time could ever divide.
   Though the world feels emptier wherever we go,
   The love that you gave us will never let go.
   Outro
   So here's to the bonfires, the farm and the years,
   The stories, the laughter, the heartache and tears.
   Your grandkids will carry your love to the end,
   And I'll miss those chats with my old mate and friend.
   Rest easy, dear Marzy, your hard fight is through,
   Your dogs are beside you, and we're still here loving you.
   You'll live in our stories, in our hearts every day,
   Our lionhearted country man, forever that way.

   Cj

   October 16, 2026 9:29 pm