Grandpa’s name was Arthur Groves, he was a carrier for the Post Whistled as he made his rounds in snowy Ontario When he was still a young man, he volunteered for war Mustard gas in Northern France burned his lungs but left his soul.
Chorus: And I heard him whistle a new tune every day The spirit deep within the man could never be contained Just one life to share his joy in every way he could Now I hear my Grandpa’s whistle still, just like he knew I would.
He met a girl named Edith Brown, she was a fine young thing they say She made Art toe the line for love, then she blessed him in every way She raised up six young kids just right in the house that Art had built When e’re she heard his whistle at the door she was there to warm his chill.
He loved to build things with his hands, he never worked without a tune, A cottage on Lake Simcoe’s shores, and a boat to chase the moon And in my fondest memories of the last years he had left He never lost the quiet dignity of the music in his breast.
Grandpa’s name was Arthur Groves, He was a carrier for the Post...
"White Pine" words and Music by Timothy Soden-Groves, hereby donated to the Public Domain. No Rights Reserved.
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