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He used to take me fishing when I was just a boy
His stories and the good times they just filled my young life with joy
But I couldn't understand it when he'd take time out to pray
I'd ask him why and he would softly say
Quiet son your grandfather's talking with the Lord
He is way up in heaven and he hears every word
God paints the clouds with silver while he's walking streets of gold
Your grandfather's talking with the Lord
Every Sunday after church the family would all meet
And everyone from miles around would come to our house to eat
But we'd have to wait while he'd take time out to pray
And when I'd become inpatient he would softly say
Quiet son your grandfather's talking with the Lord
(He is way up in heaven and he hears every word)
God paints the clouds with silver while he's walking streets of gold
Your grandfather's talking with the Lord
Then came that day when everyone was gathered round his bed
Well I was too young to understand why that great man was dead
But I know now and I remember to this very day
Those words I heard my daddy softly say
Quiet son your grandfather's walking with the Lord
(He is up in heaven now in God's own holy world)
And he's paintin' those clouds with silver and he's walking streets of gold
Your grandfather's walking with the Lord
Your grandfather's walking with the Lord