Girard - Grandpa's Old Guitar Lyrics

(Verse 1)
In a dusty corner of the old farmhouse,
Underneath a faded quilt,
Lies a relic from the past, a treasure,
With memories that never wilt.
It's weathered and it's worn, but it still plays,
Songs of love and days gone by,
Grandpa's old guitar, the keeper of his heart,
With every note, his spirit flies.

(Chorus)
Oh, Grandpa's old guitar,
Strumming through the years,
Every chord tells a story,
Every melody, a tear.
From the porch to the barn,
To the stars that shine afar,
I'll always hear his laughter,
In Grandpa's old guitar.

(Verse 2)
He'd sit beneath the willow, picking slow,
As the sun set on the fields,
And every time his fingers danced along,
The world seemed to heal.
His songs of home and hearth, of love so true,
Echo through the twilight air,
And though he's gone, his music lingers on,
In the memories we all share.

(Chorus)
Oh, Grandpa's old guitar,
Strumming through the years,
Every chord tells a story,
Every melody, a tear.
From the porch to the barn,
To the stars that shine afar,
I'll always hear his laughter,
In Grandpa's old guitar.

(Bridge)
When the nights get long and the shadows grow,
And the world feels so far away,
I pick up that old guitar and play,
And his voice comes back to stay.
With every strum, I feel his warm embrace,
His legacy lives on in me,
Grandpa's old guitar, a link through time,
To the man he used to be.

(Chorus)
Oh, Grandpa's old guitar,
Strumming through the years,
Every chord tells a story,
Every melody, a tear.
From the porch to the barn,
To the stars that shine afar,
I'll always hear his laughter,
In Grandpa's old guitar.

(Outro)
So when my days are done, and the sun fades low,
And the stars begin to shine,
I'll leave my mark with this old guitar,
And let his music be my sign.
Grandpa's old guitar, forever in my heart,
A legacy that won't depart,
I'll keep his song alive, in every strum and bar,
With Grandpa's old guitar.