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For as long as i remember, when friday night came round |
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The family would gather out at grandpa's house. |
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With supper over and the dishes done |
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It was then the best time came |
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At an old upright piano that only grandma played. |
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She played beautiful dreamer, my wild irish rose; |
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She never played 'em perfect, but there was love in every note. |
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Grandpa sat beside her, in harmony they sang, |
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At the old upright piano that only grandma played. |
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Grandpa was a stubborn man, they said it was his style. |
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Grandma called him ornery, but she said it with a smile. |
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Even he could not disguise the love he felt so strong; |
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We all could see it in his eyes when she played his favorite song. |
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She played beautiful dreamer, my wild irish rose; |
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She never played 'em perfect, but there was love in every note. |
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Grandpa sat beside her, in harmony they sang, |
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At the old upright piano that only grandma played. |
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I was almost 17 when my grandma died; |
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I stayed all night with grandpa; the old man never cried. |
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He sat at her piano, there was nothing we could say |
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It was the first time in my life i ever heard my grandpa play. |
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It wasn't beautiful dreamer or my wild irish rose |
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It was a song he played from memory & he never missed a note |
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I sat right there beside him until the morning came |
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What a friend we have in jesus was the only song he played. |
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She played beautiful dreamer, my wild irish rose; |
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She never played 'em perfect, but there was love in every note. |
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Grandpa sat beside her, in harmony they sang, |
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At the old upright piano that only grandma played. |
