I remember my Grandpa’s
hands
They were smooth and soothing
The hands that held and played
I remember those playing days
I remember my Grandpa’s hands
We use to seat on his rocking chair
I herd lot of ghost stories in
his lap
I remember those runny days
I remember my Grandpa’s
hands
As he pick me up form the waist
Then put me on back and be a horse
I remember those loving days
I remember my Grandpa’s hands
As horse her runs around the home
I hold tight his jump without
bump
I remember those funny days
I remember my Grandpa’s
hands
We went a pond by holding hand
I climb on the rock to be
lookout man
I remember those jumpy days
I remember Grandpa’s
hands
We return home walking and talking
I pickup rocks along the long
way
I remember those junky
days