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
He said, "Child, if you're reading this
I'm already Home.
Now its 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 remembered
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 listen'
In that land so far away
So until I join him
Oh 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 remembered
Every song my Grandpa played