Grandpa, my Grandpa,
Where did you go?
Did you go into the heavens,
Or down to the world below?
Is it nice there?
So heavenly sweet?
Or is it bad,
So horrible that I couldn’t believe?
Grandpa, my Grandpa
I know where you are going to go.
To a world I could only dream of,
A place that’s aglow.
With Scratches by your side,
You’ll meet her again
In heaven’s light,
And a soldier’s pride.