Lyric

[Verse]
He sat on the porch in his rocking throne
With stories carved in his voice like stone
His hands held the years
Each wrinkle a line
He laughed and said
"Boy, those were good times"

[Chorus]
Grandpa’s old times
Oh they shine so bright
Faded in the day but they glow at night
Grandpa’s old times
A world that’s gone
But in his words
They still live on

[Verse 2]
A dusty photo
A tale unfolds
Of summers wild and winters cold
He spoke of love
Of joy and pain
And how the sun always follows the rain

[Prechorus]
He said
"Life’s a river
It flows and bends
Cherish the journey before it ends"

[Chorus]
Grandpa’s old times
Oh they shine so bright
Faded in the day but they glow at night
Grandpa’s old times
A world that’s gone
But in his words
They still live on

[Bridge]
The war
The dances
The harvest moon
The radio crackling a timeless tune
His voice was a map to a life so grand
I held each word like a grain of sand