Grampa Song

When Grampa was an old man
He fed pigeons in the park all day
He was friends with the squirrels
The boys and the girls
And he loved to watch us play

He was an old man (old man)
A wise man (wise man)
He told me stories on his knee
He was a wise man (wise man)
A kind man (kind man)
And always very good to me

He'd been a miner, a sailor
A farmer, a tailor
And a soldier in a long ago war
He fought forest fires
Hung telephone wires
And once he owned a candy store

He was an old man (old man)
A wise man (wise man)
He told me stories on his knee
He was a wise man (wise man)
A kind man (kind man)
And always very good to me

He could make a lasso
Cook a gypsy stew
And carve things out of sticks
Blow rings of smoke
Tell funny jokes
And do plenty of magic tricks

He was an old man (old man)
A wise man (wise man)
He told me stories on his knee
He was a wise man (wise man)
A kind man (kind man)
And always very good to me

And someday
I'll be an old one
A wise one
Just you wait and see
I'll be a wise one
A kind one
With a child upon my knee