I've been sitting here all day, thinking,
Same old dream ten years away, thinking;
Now my days are gone,
Memories linger on:
Thoughts of when I was a boy.
Pennyfarthings on the streets, riding,
Motor cars were funny things, frightening;
Bowling hoops and spinning tops,
Penny dreadfuls, lollipops,
Comic cuts or different things.
Grandad, Grandad, lovely,
That's what we all think of you.
Grandad, Grandad, lovely,
That's what we all think of you.
Grandad, Grandad.
Aeroplanes tied up with string, flying,
Telephones and talking things, sighing;
A radio and phonograph,
Charlie Chaplin made us laugh,
Silently falling about.
Familiar things I keep around, near me;
Memories of my younger days clearly
Come into my mind:
Every day I find
Thoughts of when I was a boy.
Grandad, Grandad, lovely,
That's what we all think of you.
Grandad, Grandad, lovely,
That's what we all think of you.
Grandad, Grandad, Grandad, Grandad...