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How well I remember when I was a boy,
I'd wake to that familiar call;
My granddaddy's voice would ring out so loud,
You could hear it clear down through the hall.
The bright summer sun shone through the white curtain,
As I left that old bed with a bound;
I'd follow the smell of granddad's old pipe,
Couldn't think of him not bein' around.
In his dory we'd row up along by the shore,
Dry wood from the mill we would load;
I'd sit in the back and with pride I would stare,
At the little chop-boat that we towed.
I'd help rake the hay on hot, sunny days,
We'd pile it way up in the air;
When the work was all done in the warm, setting sun,
On the front porch old stories we'd share.
My grandfather and me,
The things that we did I'll never forget;
My grandfather and me,
Oh how I wish he was still here.
On Sundays we'd walk through the field to the barn,
To comb down and feed the old mare;
As we stopped by that green, birch tree with his knife,
We'd carve out our names and the year.
The time that he took puttin' worms on my hook,
As we fished on our rock by the beach;
With a flick of his thumb, he'd say, "Here's how it's done."
There was nothin' that he couldn't teach.
My grandfather and me,
The things that we did I'll never forget;
My grandfather and me,
Oh how I wish he was still here.
My grandfather and me,
The things that we did I'll never forget;
My grandfather and me,
Oh how I wish he was still here.
Oh how I wish he was still here.