To Grandpa

He puts a pot of milk
Up on the stove
He says a thousand times
How he appreciates you drove
All the way
Down to his house
His wrinkled hand
Is resting on yours

Steaming milk with honey
And a biscuit for the soul
That is what he always says
Tired eyes and hoary hair

And he's waving Good-Bye
As you're driving away
You just couldn't stay
You couldn't
Stay



Credits
Writer(s): Juliane Bürckel
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