Bobby Geans

Grandfather Awakens Me Each Morning

As I sit here and rock
And observe that old clock.

He takes me back in time.

He awakens me each morning
With a most beautiful chime.

He is always there
With his back to the wall.

With his old cobweb hair and beard,
Old dusty face and rusty hands.

His pendulum squeaks,
But that's because he's antique.

And I'm sure he'll be around,
Until the end of time.

{Bobby Geans}