| My grandfather’s name was Moon
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| Because his eyes were bright and round
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| And no amount of time or liquor could dull them
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| My grandmother’s name was Joy
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| Bcause it spilled out of her heart
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| And bathed her precious children in its warmth
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| And there was happiness in life
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| Beyond the sorrow and the pain
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| But how they ever found it I cannot explain
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| I guess time has a way of making everything all right
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| It’s just there’s not enough of it And so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this life
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| And hope that it will last
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| Morning is here and night has passed
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| My grandfather was a doctor
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| He cured the sick with his kind hands
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| And he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land
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| My grandmother was all sweetness
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| When she spoke we all heard bells
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| And they rang in such a way that we were comforted
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| And they held on to each other |