My Granda and me.

As the leaves are twirling and twisting

On their journey to the ground.

My thoughts come swirling upwards

And I can not keep them down.

And when the mists start clearing

I begin to see

An old man with silver hair

Is holding hands with me.

His blue eyes shine with love

As he turns and winks at me,

We wander down the country lane

And it's a wondrous place to be,

Walking with my Granda

On our way home for tea.



In the hedgerow we spot a stile,

He lifts me and we sit awhile.

Then the air is filled

With his rich clear voice

As he sings my song

My favourite choice.

I know he's singing just for me

I feel as proud as proud can be

As we both dawdle home for tea.



Now shops and houses fill the land

Where I used to walk with my old Grand.

I can never take that walk again,

Or dawdle down that country lane.

But,of my memories I take great care

And they can always take me there.