There was laughter and joy on that fine summer's evening
As the children all waited at the old village hall
For a rock and roll band to come from the city
To play for the dance at their school closing ball.
Their fun was short-lived as the band couldn't make it
Which prompted a shy little fellow to say
Let's ask my grandpa to play us some music
As often i've heard his accordion play
I know he can't play our new kind of music
But he sure puts his heart in the music he knows
Some songs he can sing are the ones he remembers
When he was a boy long long years ago
A short time later as the others were waiting
The boy and his grandfather entered the door
He led the old man to a chair in the corner
Placed a torn cardboard box by his feet on the floor
The children all cheered as he took the accordion
And laid it in place on his grandfather's knee
With trembling hands his gentle old fingers
Softly ran over the ivory keys
He said "I can't play your new kind of music
But I'll do my best with the music i know
I hope you'll enjoy the tunes i will play you
And the songs i remember from long years ago"
He filled the whole place with such beautiful music
The children could hardly believe it was true
They danced through the night
Such a time they had never
And the old man smiled as he thought of his youth
His heart filled with joy as he watched the young couples
The boys and the girls in their innocent fun
And he thought of a pretty young golden haired maiden
Whose love on a night such as this he had won
He said "I don't know your new kind of music
But thank you for asking this old man to play
It does my heart good and it helps me remember
When i was a youth like you are today
God bless you for asking this old man to play"