He used to take me fishing when I was just a boy

His stories and the good times they just filled my young life with joy

But I couldn't understand it when he'd take time out to pray

I'd ask him why and he would softly say

Quiet son your grandfather's talking with the Lord

He is way up in heaven and he hears every word

God paints the clouds with silver while he's walking streets of gold

Your grandfather's talking with the Lord



Every Sunday after church the family would all meet

And everyone from miles around would come to our house to eat

But we'd have to wait while he'd take time out to pray

And when I'd become inpatient he would softly say

Quiet son your grandfather's talking with the Lord

(He is way up in heaven and he hears every word)

God paints the clouds with silver while he's walking streets of gold

Your grandfather's talking with the Lord



Then came that day when everyone was gathered round his bed

Well I was too young to understand why that great man was dead

But I know now and I remember to this very day

Those words I heard my daddy softly say

Quiet son your grandfather's walking with the Lord

(He is up in heaven now in God's own holy world)

And he's paintin' those clouds with silver and he's walking streets of gold

Your grandfather's walking with the Lord

Your grandfather's walking with the Lord