Granda
When the storm clouds gather
and the thunder rolls,
when the chips are down and the blood runs cold,
I hear the click of the walking stick
and I know I'm not alone.
Your life with us was long
and now you live
elsewhere but still your calm and strength you give
To us who miss you right down here
for I know I'm not alone.
So as the sea swells high
and the birds take flight,
and the still is gone from the starry night,
I hope that now you can see,
how much you mean to me.
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