Grandfather's Song
My Grandfather is the soul of this family
Eighty-one years along in his life.
Living alone at the top of his mountain
Tending his gardens, where no one can find him
Planting his flowers, one at a time.
Taking a stroll I stumble upon him.
Back bent and weary, crouching in pain.
And looking around, I notice his treasure
Beautiful gardens, just his hand behind them
Flowing with flowers and blossoming vines
I cannot say but I feel that his life is gone
I can't be sure but I think that I might be wrong. He's a fine, old man.
Digging and weeding from morning till evening - I tell him he's crazy.
He says that he's lazy - he must get done with his gardening.
How could I think that his life is gone.
I can't be sure and I think that I might be wrong. He's a fine old man.
My Grandfather is the soul of this family....
Copyright 2012 Lou Antonucci