Grandpa’s World

Grandpa lived in the kind of world Filled with country farms and such Old rail fences circled the fields A world with a rustic touch Grandpa’s world was hard work For that’s all he ever knew I loved to spend time at his side Under country skies of blue The old windmill towering high With pieces broken here and there It just kept going day after day It didn’t really seem to care Grandpa and that old windmill Were so much alike to me They did the very best they could Like that tired old sycamore tree A world that was far from easy But I don’t think grandpa cared Oh, those stories he’d tell to me That he did so love to share Grandpa’s world had so much charm The best world he could know I miss him and his windmill And I treasure my memories so!