Our grand kids are far away
Across the ocean, on a different continent
As our hair turns gray
We wish we could see our grand kids today
Our house filled with their laughter and play
Would certainly make our day
On the phone we do hear them sing and talk
But to walk with their hands in ours is but a distant dream
Our hands cannot cross the flat screen
To touch them as we chat
As we say our kisses across the ocean
We miss their soft lips on our cheeks
With no baby teeth to nibble on them
The fruits on the trees drop down and rot away
The toys in the closet are untouched for a long time
With no one to play, they are like us all alone
To tell them stories as they go to sleep
To sing a lullaby as they go to sleep
And to sleep alongside them as they dream
Is a dream which leaves us with tears in our eyes
They do come here, once in a while
To fill our world with smiles
The tears of joy become tears of sorrow
