What will they do with your saddle
Who will be wearing your spurs
And who will use your old bridle
When your time is done on this earth.
Sometimes I think of you grandpa
Looking out the window at school
And sometimes I get this sad feeling
Oh, what would life be without you
And whos going to carry on
Who's going to ride for this brand
The little boy stood in his stirrups
Who will take care of this land
The old man smiled to his grandson
His eyes sparkled and gleamed
He knew his work would carry on
He had just fulfilled a dream