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.