the autobiographical grandpa lyrics – of montreal

i take a walk i mow the gr*ss
i don’t worry ’bout
the years that p*ss
my wife is dead i live alone
in my little country home
i have my memories
and dogs for friends

i water the ferns i plant some seeds
i make sure to pull out all the weeds
and to help myself along
i like to whistle this funny little song
i sang in my army days when i was young

a hot air balloon i will float away
at times i’m holding you

my kids and grandkids come
to stay with me once a year
and on new years i drive down to be with them
though i’m happy often i feel lonely
but when i speak i hear my wife speak

don’t feel alone because you’re not really alone
sweetheart no don’t think you’re alone

i feed the cat i sweep the floor
i don’t fear dying anymore
i like to fish with ed and will
in the pond by the old paper mill
i am resigned to finish off my days this way

/ of montreal lyrics