Grandpa’s Good Bye

I was just nine years old

A boy so eager but small

Dirt on my hands

I remember I gave it my all

Grandpa's laugh was like a rolling song

Working in the garden all day long

But one day the wind stood still

The sky turned gray

The garden froze on that fateful day

Grandpa’s good bye

It cut the air

Left his hat on the old porch chair

The lord reached down

And Took a good man

Left me standing there in the dirt holding his hand

Grandpa’s good bye

Oh it hurt

Think about it every time I feel the dirt,

grandpa’s good bye oh it hurt

And still does when I feel the dirt

The rake he held

It fell with a clang

The robin stopped his mid-morning sang

I yelled his name

But it didn’t wake

I guess The lord needed a good soul to take

the cornstalks bowed

As he fell to the dirt

The garden wept soft where he once worked

Grandpa’s good bye

It cut the air

Left his hat on the old porch chair

The lord reached down

And Took a good man

Left me standing there in the dirt holding his hand

Grandpa’s good bye

Oh it hurt

Think about it every time I feel the dirt,

grandpa’s good bye oh it hurt

And still does when I feel the dirt

Grandpa’s good bye

It cut the air

Left his hat on the old porch chair

The lord reached down

And Took a good man

Left me standing there in the dirt holding his hand

Grandpa’s good bye

Oh it hurt

Think about it every time I feel the dirt,

grandpa’s good bye oh it hurt

And still does when I feel the dirt