Happy Birthday Grandpa O’Keef
Ninety five years, his stories runs deep.
Corn fields spread. Now Grandpa’s asleep.
Lost two fingers from a broken saw.
Lumber flipped and broke his jaw.
Verse 2
Never missed a payment from day one,
Thirty years later, all payments are done.
Granny Ruth was his faithful dove.
Side by side, they flew with love.
Chorus
Now Grandpa rocks in an old red chair,
He looks lost, looks ahead and stares.
He sees a field filled with corn and care,
His memories drift. They seem incomplete.
Worries about planting. Now voices speak.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa O’Keef. Happy Birthday.
Verse 3
The John Deere whines in his mind,
A massive machine that he can’t find.
Sometimes Ruth’s name slips away,
But his love slips back. It blossomed today.
Chorus
Grandpa rocks in an old red chair,
He looks lost, looks ahead and stares.
He sees a field filled with corn and care,
His memories drift. They seems incomplete.
Worries about planting. Now voices speak.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa O’Keef. Happy Birthday.
Bridge
Children’s laughter, candles glow,
Stories told of the seeds he sowed.
The land remembers corn so sweet
The pride of Iowa grown by O’Keef.
Final Chorus
Grandpa rocks in an old red chair,
He looks lost, looks ahead and stares.
He sees a field filled with corn and care,
His memories drift. They seem incomplete.
Worries about planting. Now voices speak.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa O’Keef. Happy Birthday.