I could see forever up on his shoulders
And I never lost my way when he held my hands
and when he told a story I'd sit there on his knee
But up on his shoulders is were I loved to be
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Grand Dads legs were weary, His fingers bent
And skin like leather from working on the land
And even though his back was tired from years of toil and sweat
He'd see my face and grab my hands and say up you get
I could see forever up on his shoulders
Stubborn and determined with tender hearted pride
I never saw a teardrop in my Grand dads eyes
until the day he put my little feet down on the floor
and said I don't think these shoulders can hold you anymore
I could see forever up on his shoulders
Yeah up on his shoulders is were I love to be