Chorus
What will my grandchild think of me?
What will she say about the way I lived?
What will my grandchild think of me?
Will she forgive the way I lived my life?


Grampa, she’ll say
How many cars did you own?
How many miles have you flown?
Driving so fast or flying so high,
You can’t pick the berries, or look under a stone.
Grampa, she’ll say,
How many cars did you own?

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Grampa, she’ll say
What did you do when the wars began,
These resource wars that never end?
Did you protest until your arrest?
Or did you only talk with your friends?
Grampa, she’ll say
What did you do when the wars began?
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Grampa, she’ll say
Why did you move so far from your parents?
To work or go to school?
Didn’t you know then how little you’d see them,
Or think of the cost and the fuel?
Grampa, she’ll say,
Why did you move so far away?

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Grampa, she’ll say
When they said the economy must grow and grow
Didn’t you know these were lies?
Every child knows when a plant in small a pot
Keeps getting bigger it dies.
Gramp, she’ll say
Didn’t you know these were lies?

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Grampa she’ll say
I forgive you, you know
For you suffered more than me.
I’m happy here with mama and papa,
The bunnies and squirrels and hemlock trees.
That’s what I hope she’ll say
When she talks to me.

But what will she really think of me?
What will she say about the way I lived my life?