Grandpa had a piano   It was built in 1904   He brought it down from Sydney town   Before the first World War   He'd sit down and crack his knuckles   Put his glasses on his head   When he's start to play the cat would run   and hide behind the bed      Well the right foot stomped the pedal   And his left foot stomped the floor   His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys   That wouldn't play no more   He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"   And the window panes would shake   When the man of 87 played his old 88      The piano sat in a corner   On a sagging hardwood floor   On top was a frame I'd made for him   With a picture of the Lord   A fadest Baptist hymnal   Took its place above the keys   We'd take turns sittin' by him   He'd nod, we'd turn the page      Well the right foot stomped the pedal   And his left foot stomped the floor   His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys   That wouldn't play no more   He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"   And the window panes would shake   When the man of 87 played his old 88      Well that old piano is silent now   It don't ring with joy no more   Except some times when the cat jumps down   When there's someone at the door   But I can see him up in heaven   With a smile upon his face   When God and all the angels   Let him lead "Amazing Grace"      Well the right foot stomped the pedal   And his left foot stomped the floor   His wrinkled old hands were skippin' the keys   That wouldn't play no more   He'd play "Onward Christian Soldier"   And the window panes would shake   When the man of 87 played his old 88      When the man of 87 played his old 88