I sat there upon the ground
and stared at the hard cold stone
I talked to it for hours
Even though I was alone

Although he never answered
I know he understood
I poured out my heart to him
As he always said I could

I told about my sorrows
All the happenings in my life
I told him that I loved him 
and then I closed my eyes

Suddenly I saw him walking
down the old country road
going to work in his garden
with a bucket and a hoe

I just set there and watched him
daring to risk a wave
For fear that he would vanish
and this vision I must save

I can see him clearly
sitting in his chair
Telling us a story
about the days of yesteryear

The gently breeze awakens me
and he's no where around
I must have been here a long time
for the sun is going down

Thanks for listening Papaw
We'll talk more another day
Cause I will be here often
sitting by my daddys grave.