There is a little girl who I know is   asking me asks me someday,    "Daddy where did my grandpa go?"   Ill have to tell her, when she gets older   Than she'll stop crying,    Your grandpas flying, he's flying with Jesus   Your grandpas with Jesus   And he looks down upon you,    and he loves you with all his heart   and someday, someday you'll see him again      Grandpa and God are together    making music with the angels   and if he could I know he would   sing a sweet sweet song and send it to you   so wipe your tears and open your ears to hear his song      ((Instrumental Break))      There is a little girl who I know is   asking me asks me someday,    "Daddy where did my grandpa go?"   Ill have to tell her, when she gets older   Than she'll stop crying,    Your grandpas flying, he's flying with Jesus   Your grandpas with Jesus   And he looks down upon you,    and he loves you with all his heart   and someday, someday you'll see him again      Grandpa and God are together    making music with the angels   and if he could I know he would   sing a sweet sweet song and send it to you   so wipe your tears and open your ears to hear   so wipe your tears and open your ears to hear his song