Looking through old memories in my cedar closet stashed away

I found the old mandolin Grandpa used to play

I picked it up and held it close thinking 'bout those years ago

And all the great music Grandpa made



Weathered worn but never frail with calloused hands he gently played

To bring an easy feeling to a hard working day

When times were tough as they could be he never once complained to me

He'd just let the music sooth the the pain



When Grandpa played the mandolin the family gathered 'round

To sing the old time songs generations handed down

I remember every single phrase from every song he played

Wish I could sing a song with Grandpa today



I recall 1961 the year Grandpa passed away

The family gathered 'round once more to sing Amazing Grace

Now this mandolin's reminding me of what my Grandpa taught to me

That music makes the world a better place