Grandpa's Fiddle

I was cleaning out the attic after grandpa passed away
Lying there in the corner was a dusty fiddle case
Well, I popped those rusty hinges and I began to cry
There was grandpa's fiddle lying silently inside

Underneath the veil in that old fiddle case
I found the note that grandpa wrote before he passed away
It said, "Child, if you're reading this, I'm already home
Now it's up to you to keep the music playing on"

I reached for that old fiddle, I rosined up the bow
I began to play the old songs he taught me years ago
Like "The Old Rugged Cross" and "Amazing Grace"
That old fiddle still remembers every song that grandpa played

I'm standing here today with that old fiddle in my hand
I can almost see my grandpa over in the Promised Land
Oh, somehow I know he's listening in that land so far away
So until I join him, I'll let the music play

I reached for that old fiddle, I rosined up the bow
I began to play the old songs he taught me years ago
Like "The Old Rugged Cross" and "Amazing Grace"
That old fiddle still remembers every song my grandpa played