GRANDPA HAD A
PIANO IT WAS
BUILT IN NINETEEN
FOUR
HE BROUGHT IT
DOWN FROM
SYDNEY TOWN
BEFORE THE FIRST
WORLD WAR
HE'D SIT DOWN
AND CRACK HIS
KNUCKLES, PUT HIS
GLASSES ON HIS
HEAD
WHEN HE'D START
TO PLAY THE CAT
WOULD RUN AND
HIDE BEHIND THE
BED
WELL HIS RIGHT
FOOT STOMPED THE
PEDALS AND HIS
LEFT FOOT
STOMPED THE
FLOOR
HIS WRINKLED
HANDS WOULD SKIP
THE KEYS THAT
WOULDN'T PLAY
NO MORE
HE'D PLAY
ONWARD
CHRISTIAN
SOLDIERS AND THE
WINDOW PANES
WOULD SHAKE
WHEN THE MAN OF
87 PLAYED HIS OLD
88
THE PIANO SAT IN
THE CORNER ON A
SAGGING
HARDWOOD FLOOR
ON TOP WAS A
FRAME I MADE FOR
HIM WITH A
PICTURE OF THE
LORD
A FADED BAPTIST
HYMNBOOK TOOK
ITS PLACE ABOVE
THE KEYS
WE'D TAKE TURNS
SITTING BY HIM
HE'D NOD WE'D
TURN THE PAGE
WELL HIS RIGHT
FOOT STOMPED THE
PEDALS AND HIS
LEFT FOOT
STOMPED THE
FLOOR
HIS WRINKLED
HANDS WOULD SKIP
THE KEYS THAT
WOULDN'T PLAY
NO MORE
HE'D PLAY
ONWARD
CHRIST
SOLDIERS AND THE
WINDOW PANES
WOULD SHAKE
WHEN THE MAN OF
87 PLAYED HIS OLD
88
WELL THE OLD
PIANO SILENT NOW
IT DON'T RING WITH
JOY NO MORE
EXCEPT SOMETIMES
WHEN THE CAT
JUMPS DOWN WHEN
THERE'S SOMEONE
AT THE DOOR
I CAN SEE HIM UP IN
HEAVEN WITH A
SMILE UPON HIS
FACE
WHEN GOD AND
ALL THE ANGELS
LET HIM LEAD
AMAZING GRACE
WELL HIS RIGHT
FOOT STOMPED THE
PEDALS AND HIS
LEFT FOOT
STOMPED THE
FLOOR
HIS WRINKLED
HANDS WOULD SKIP
THE KEYS THAT
WOULDN'T PLAY
NO MORE
HE'D PLAY
ONWARD
CHRISTIAN
SOLDIERS AND THE
WINDOW PANES
WOULD SHAKE
WHEN THE MAN OF
87 PLAYED HIS OLD
88
WHEN THE MAN OF
87 PLAYED HIS OLD