Grandpa's mandolin
looking through old memories in my cedar closet stashed away I found the old mendolin grandpa used to play I picked it up and held it close thinking bout those years ago And all the great music grandpa made Weathered worn but never frail with calloused hands he gently played To bring an easy feeling to a hard working day When times were tough as they could be he never once complained to me He'd just let the music sothe the pain When grandpa played the mandolin the family gathered 'round To sing the olod time songs generations handed down I remember every single phrase from every song he played Wish I could sing a song with grandpa today I recall 1961 the year grandpa passed away The family gathered 'round once more to sing Amazing Grace Now this mandolin's reminding me of what my grandpa tought to me That music makes the world a better place * Refrain