Old Grandad

Old Grandad, he was a special man

He had a twinkle in his eye

Old granddad , he was a special man

He had the life of laughter in his voice

And He loved Grandma , how he loved that lady so

He always seemed so very lost without her

When she got sick he'd go and see her every day

And they'd always have their daily game of checkers

Even though he's gone the magic lingers on and I'll always

Remember the stories that he told me

Even though he's gone I can still hear his voice

Telling me once more about the war

I'll always remember the way he's hobble up the stairs

Clutching at the board and looking for a game

And he always made me laugh the way that he'd forget

How much sugar was in his tea and always add too much

I remember with pride the day that he told me I sung sweetly

He'd tap his hand and sing along and he seemed so young

And happy then , Oh Grandad

Now he's gone and I must say

I'm a little wiser and a little sadder, but oh those riches

that he sent my way will never , never, never pass away.