Happy Birthday to Grandpa

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Eighty-five candles shining bright this evening, a gatherin' of kin
Around the old pine table, where new stories and old tales begin
Grandpa, you're sittin' at the head, your eyes still hold that spark
Another year of wisdom etched, another journey on the mark
We sang the songs, we shared the smiles, then came that special hush
As my young hand reached for yours, in the soft, evening's warm rush

[Chorus]
And there it was, the whittling knife, worn down by eighty years of toil
A quiet legacy you'd kept, rooted deep in native soil
From your grandpa's gentle hands, to yours, and now to mine
A silent promise carried on, a craftsman's love, truly divine
Happy Birthday, Grandpa, for the stories that you share
And this whittling knife, a symbol, of a love beyond compare.

[Verse 2]
I remember watching you, out on the porch swing, slow and deep
Carving figures from the wood, while the sleeping world did sleep
A bird, a fox, a tiny bear, each one with patient grace
Leaving bits of wood and dreams, scattered 'round that special place
You taught me patience, steady hands, and how a simple blade
Could shape a vision, bring it forth, from shadows of the shade.

[Chorus]
And there it was, the whittling knife, worn down by eighty years of toil
A quiet legacy you'd kept, rooted deep in native soil
From your grandpa's gentle hands, to yours, and now to mine
A silent promise carried on, a craftsman's love, truly divine
Happy Birthday, Grandpa, for the stories that you share
And this whittling knife, a symbol, of a love beyond compare.

[Bridge]
More than just a piece of steel, more than wood and silver gleam
It's the whisper of the past, woven into a hopeful dream
Of hands that worked, and hearts that loved, across the passing years
Cutting through the rough and harsh, to quiet away our fears
I'll hold it close, I'll hone its edge, and learn the lessons true
And pass this gentle craft along, just like you always do.

[Chorus]
And there it was, the whittling knife, worn down by eighty years of toil
A quiet legacy you'd kept, rooted deep in native soil
From your grandpa's gentle hands, to yours, and now to mine
A silent promise carried on, a craftsman's love, truly divine
Happy Birthday, Grandpa, for the stories that you share
And this whittling knife, a symbol, of a love beyond compare.

[Outro]
Happy Birthday, Grandpa, happy eighty-fifth to you
With this whittling knife, a legacy, forever strong and true.