An old upright piano never quite in tune A hymn book from the Pentecostal church Three generations gathered in Grandma's living room Sister played and we all sang for all we's worth Now gone are those days when Sissy played Grandma's piano That piece of history has come and gone I've forgotten most songs we sang together, all but one The one that I remember was my Grandpa's favorite song.. He'd say
(Chorus 1) Sissy sing that song about when Jesus takes us home When life's old weary road comes to an end Sing about those streets of gold, where we never will grow old Sissy want you sing that song again
Days turn into years but we never think of it Til a phone rings in the middle of the night Grandpa's taken sick and they're callin' in the kids You wipe a million memories from your eyes Then you drive all night cause Grandpa he's a fighter And that old man's hangin' on to buy you time When all his family's gathered round his bedside, then he smiles Then he whispers Sissy, won't you sing that song of mine
(Chorus 2) And we all sing along as Jesus came to take him home As his ol weary road came to an end We sang about those streets of gold where he never will grow old We all sang it one last time for him ...... He'd say