Grandpa's Piano

Grandpa had a piano, it was built in 1904

he bought it down from Sydney town before the first world war

He'd sit down and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his head

when he'd start to play the cat would run and hide behind the bed

Well his right foot stomped the peddals

and left foot stomped the floor

his wrinkled hands would skip the keys that wouldn't play no more

he'd play Onward Christian Soldiers

and the window panes would shake

when the man of 87 played his old 88

The piano sat in the corner, on a sagging hardwood floor

on top was a frame I made for him, with a picture of the Lord

a faded Baptist Hymnal took it's place above the keys

we'd take turns sitting by him, he'd nod to turn the page

chorus

Well the old piano's silent now it don't ring for joy no more

except sometimes when the cat jumps down

when there's someone at the door

I can see him up in heaven, with a smile upon his face

when God and all the Angels, let him lead amazing grace.

Well his right foot stomped the peddals

and left foot stomped the floor

his wrinkled hands would skip the keys that wouldn't play no more

he'd play Onward Christian Soldiers

and the window panes would shake

when the man of 87 played his old 88

when the man of 87 played his old eighty eight.

Worked out by Jas for private use only!