Remembering Grandpa’s Barn

I remember grandpa’s barn And my experiences lovingly Every board though old and tired Bring sweet memories back to me So many times as a kid I’d climb that tired ladder again And right at the top of the loft We’d all risk our life and limb For we had a rope dangling there And we’d grab ahold of it Swinging wildly into the air And onto the soft hay we’d hit In peals of childhood laughter We’d climb right up once more Oh yes, such fun we had For we knew what was in store And now, today, I take a deep breath And remember that hay-loft smell Wonderful memories it evokes So many stories I could tell Oh grandpa, how I remember How much fun we’d have, it’s true And I’ll miss it as long as I live But most of all I’ll miss you!