Bruce T Carroll - Grandfather Walks - single

Grandfather Walks  (4:51) - ISRC - QZEQ32100304 | ASCAP | BTTC Songs ©2021

When I look in your eyes I see the story there told  
You drift in and out of the shadows  
To my ears and eyes the story never gets old  

Of Grandfather’s walks in the meadow  

He had a satchel for berries and a knife for his bread
And a fan should the day turn hot  
A stick for his walking and a hat for his head  

And in his pocket a blue forget-me-not 
 
There were three for his daughters and one for his wife
And one for the boy never came  

A crown for his storied impossible life  

And one for the man who bore his name  
Weathered shoes he pulled on as he got out of bed  
A leather pouch for his bottle of wine  
Baggy pants pockets for the books that he read  

And poems…he could recite every line  

The heart is a radiant whole rising moon  

And wisdom a soft falling rain  

Youth is a faint and a faraway tune  

And time is a slow moving train  

So think of him when the sun rises hot  
When setting the table, or tying a knot  

When holding a book that seems bound by the ages
Or finding a flower pressed flat by the pages  

Sometimes in my mind my grandfather talks  
But most times grandfather walks 
 

From Lisbon to London from Rome to Madrid  

But always back home to France  

His head full of stories of things that he did  

His life left to wonder and chance  

A path through the forest that he took everyday  

His three daughters trailing behind  

To the edge of the field where the trees fell away  

To the edge of the untroubled mind
  
The heart is a radiant whole rising moon  

And wisdom a soft falling rain  
Youth is a faint and a faraway tune  
And time is a slow moving train  
On trips to the well to draw deep from the earth  
Or you glance at a mirror and discover your worth  

Or planning a trip back to your favorite spot  
To find your grandfather’s blue forget-me-not  

The heart is an infinite whole rising moon 4X