For as long as I remember, when Friday night came round The family would gather out at grandpas 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 wasnt 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
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