old upright piano

for as long as i remember

when friday night came round

the family would gather out at grandpa's house. with supper over and the dishes done

it was then the best time came

at an old upright piano that only grandma played. she played beautiful dreamer

my wild irish rose;

she never played 'em perfect

but there was love in every note. grandpa sat beside her

in harmony they sang

at the old upright piano that only grandma played. grandpa was a stubborn man

they said it was his style. grandma called him ornery

but she said it with a smile. even he could not disguise the love he felt so strong;

we all could see it in his eyes when she played his favorite song. she played beautiful dreamer

my wild irish rose;

she never played 'em perfect

but there was love in every note. grandpa sat beside her

in harmony they sang

at the old upright piano that only grandma played. i was almost 17 when my grandma died;

i stayed all night with grandpa; the old man never cried. he sat at her piano

there was nothing we could say

it was the first time in my life i ever heard my grandpa play. it wasn't beautiful dreamer or my wild irish rose

it was a song he played from memory & he never missed a note

i sat right there beside him until the morning came

what a friend we have in jesus was the only song he played. she played beautiful dreamer

my wild irish rose;

she never played 'em perfect

but there was love in every note. grandpa sat beside her

in harmony they sang

at the old upright piano that only grandma played.