I've got some pictures Just some old black and whites Everything was so simple Maybe I romanticize But it still makes me smile Looking back on those days When black and white fade to grey And the grey eagle flies And I'm riding along To the land of my father's father I'm singing the song my grandmother used to sing About a bushel and a peck And a hug around the neck and I'm home Now there's a sidewalk Where the path used to be Where we planted a sapling I can climb in the tree I find I stand taller With my feet on the land That my grandfather worked with his hands And the grey eagle flies And I'm riding along To the land of my father's father I'm singing the song my grandmother used to sing About a bushel and a peck And a hug around the neck and I'm home Once in a while I like to stop by And make sure that the place looks OK Stand on the steps with a tear in my eye And I'm wishing that I could just stay So I'll take a few pictures With my Dad's thirty-five Of my grandparent's home Where they lived most of their lives And a few in the garden Where their roses still grow And I'm hoping that somehow they know And the grey eagle flies And I'm riding along To the land of my father's father I'm singing the song my grandmother used to sing About a bushel and a peck And a hug around the neck and I'm home