Grampy's Moving Furniture

Songwriting can turn you into a spy of sorts, listening in to conversations and stories meant for someone else’s ears. I overheard the story of a young couple and their explanation of thunder and lightening to their little girl in a storm. This song comes from the public narrative of a very private moment.

Grampy’s Moving Furniture

The little girl stood shaking Outside their bedroom door The thunder and the lightening Had her nervous of the storm So her daddy held her tight Whispered she would be all right She asked him what makes stormy nights And this is what he said

Grampy’s moving furniture Up there in the sky You know he’s in a better place Ever since he died What a joy we have in Jesus Grampy always said So now and then he moves his chair Closer to his friend

Thunder shook the window Lightening split the night She nestled in between them Where they could make it right Then her Momma held her tight Whispered she would be alright She asked her what makes night so bright And this is what she said

Grampy’s taking pictures Up there in the sky You know he’s in a better place Ever since he died What a joy we have in Jesus Grampy always said So now he’s takes your picture And shows it to his friend

Then the night grew quiet The storm came to an end The little girl was sleeping now Back in her own bed We make our own true stories For answers in a world When we don’t have the reasons For little boys and girls