Old Grandad, he was a special man He had a twinkle in his eye Old granddad , he was a special man He had the life of laughter in his voice And He loved Grandma , how he loved that lady so He always seemed so very lost without her When she got sick he'd go and see her every day And they'd always have their daily game of checkers Even though he's gone the magic lingers on and I'll always Remember the stories that he told me Even though he's gone I can still hear his voice Telling me once more about the war
I'll always remember the way he's hobble up the stairs Clutching at the board and looking for a game And he always made me laugh the way that he'd forget How much sugar was in his tea and always add too much I remember with pride the day that he told me I sung sweetly He'd tap his hand and sing along and he seemed so young And happy then , Oh Grandad Now he's gone and I must say I'm a little wiser and a little sadder, but oh those riches that he sent my way will never , never, never pass away.