Lou Antonucci - Grandfather's Saong lyrics

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