Lyrics: Francisco José Garro Quiñonero
Music: Francisco José Garro Quiñonero
Old stories sitting on that porch
Your voice was calm, your eyes a torch
You taught me how to stand my ground
And lift myself when life gets loud
Oh Grandfather, steady and strong
You showed me where I belong
Through every storm, you stayed the same
A quiet love, no need for fame
Oh Grandfather, I carry you
In everything I say and do
You woke up early, before the sun
Coffee in hand, already getting things done
I followed you through those dusty roads
Learning more than you ever told
You didn’t speak in fancy words
But every silence, I still heard
Every lesson, every scar
Made me into who we are
Oh Grandfather, steady and strong
You showed me where I belong
Through every storm, you stayed the same
A quiet love, no need for fame
Oh Grandfather, I carry you
In everything I say and do
Oh Grandfather, this is true
The best of me comes from you
And when the world feels cold and blue
Oh Grandfather, steady and strong
You showed me where I belong
Through every storm, you stayed the same
A quiet love, no need for fame
Oh Grandfather, I carry you
In everything I say and do